FUGITIVE - “Hell’s Half Acre“

“HELL’S HALF ACRE“ Rivers of filth overflow the shore Drowning out, suffocating, rotting the core Weak minds crumble, demolition blasts Barbed wire walls, razor sharp traps Seasons of disaster Lines of victims caught Out in hell’s half acre Lifelines severed got you hanging from limbs Veins running empty, spirit dies and descends Scenes of horror, last sight Confrontation deadly, fight or flight Seasons fading faster Scores of evil flock Out in hell’s half acre Violence It’s what they’re after Threads of madness sow Out in hell’s half acre Hours into dust Nailed to the wall Flooded out, overrun Eager to ignite the rapture “MANIAC“ EP OUT NOW