Review: Blood Vulture – Die Close
Riffs and ruin in a blood-starved wasteland.
Riffs and ruin in a blood-starved wasteland.
Spearheading an adventure unto metal’s fiery summits.
A rallying cry, lacking voice.
Still waiting for the light.
Beam me up, cod.
Hittin’ that spectral sprinkle.
A rewarding trip through the cosmic sludge.
Into the depths we go.
In space, no one can hear you skree
I pledge allegiance to the sax.