This is the Way the World Ends

by DeathCrawl

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BMD - Drums. Throat. Nord.
Damonowskivich - Guitar. Throat.
Jsn - Bass. Throat. Micromoog.

These songs were initially intended for a three-way split with Highgate and Wreck of the Hesperus, but the label that was putting it together stopped answering our emails.

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released November 13, 2010

Recorded January - March 2009 at Bad Back Studios, Cleveland, OH.
Engineered, Mixed, and Mastered by Dave Johnson

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DeathCrawl Cleveland, Ohio

DeathCrawl has been delivering apocalyptic sludge from the rotting carcass of Cleveland, OH since late 2006. Powered by 3 throats, 19 vacuum tubes, 1887 sq. inches of speaker cone, and 1739 sq inches of drum heads, they unleash a pummeling soundscape of failure, apathy, and violence.
DeathCrawl is BMD (Drums, Throat), Jsn (Bass, Throat), and Damonowskivich (Guitar, Throat).
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Track Name: Leveling Cities
An explosion shatters the silence.
Skyscrapers shudder and fall,
like a spectacle, like a dream.

Bombs are falling from phantom planes.
The spotlights search in vain,
like a scavenger, like a child.

As the city center fell down, a wall of fire rose up from the ground.

Stinging shrapnel pierces the night.
Concrete and steel bend to the fires.
This dying city bathed in hell's light.
The conqueror never tires.
(The bombers keep coming)

As man sinks lower than low, flames jump higher with each salvo.

An avalanche of ash rushes through,
sweeping all in it's path,
like a pestilence, like a wave.

Roads are buckling, hopes erodes,
burnt forms, forever still,
like a monument, like despair.

As the city center fell down, a wall of fire rose up from the ground.

Stinging shrapnel pierces the night.
Concrete and steel bend to the fires.
This dying city bathed in hell's light,
The conqueror never tires.
(The bombers keep coming)

As man sinks lower than low, flames jump higher with each salvo.

The city is a grave none shall mourn.