Impure Declaration - Of Veins, Tendons And Bones MC

A gaze fixed upon the viscous, dense abyss that floods the flesh once the soul is torn away. The perspective of a hollow shell. This is no debut album; it is a sepulchral monolith erected over the grave of human instinct. Seven verses of a final incantation. "Of Veins, Tendons and Bones" reeks of basement rot, the stench of blood, and a paralyzing gloom. Ruthless Satanic Metal that devours the remnants of humanity and mocks the very fabric of the natural order.