Immaterial evisceration, throw their corpses to the dogs
Beaten bloody, an inch of your life
Soulless, sunken eyes, emasculated
Through with life, a being not of light
Caught in a land unknown to man
Allowing their souls to fly away
A grave mistake for the wretched kind
Under the knife, seldom giving fight
Not a body to give, a husk eternally deprived
Trying, failing, attempting to fly
In the end you will all fry
In the end you will all fry
In the end you will all die
New Zealand technical death outfit Ulcerate have often been praised for their innovative genre approach—but six albums into their discography, there's even greater strength in their consistency. Bandcamp Album of the Day Dec 20, 2016
36 choice cuts - one from each 2015 LP, plus music from new signings on the mighty and 25-years-strong Relapse label. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 4, 2015