A Night in Texas - The Chamber (Official Stream)

Artist: A Night in Texas Song: The Chamber Album: Digital Apocalypse PRE-SAVE: https://orcd.co/digitalapocalypse _____________________________________________ Release Date: August 2nd 2024 Label: Unique Leader Records Genre: Deathcore _____________________________________________ Produced & Engineered by Cory Judd Assistant Engineered Jakub Malasek Mixed and mastered by Lasse Lammert, LSD Studios Artwork by Daemorph ______________________________________________ The Chamber Their mouths agape, amidst the flames of tragedy they will remain Terminated by asphyxiation In shadows of atrocity, humanity will slowly rot Smothered in toxic hatred A blood-soaked ground where evil is crowned A temple designed as a slaughterhouse Let the factory churn out the devoured Smothered, where they will spend their final hour Bullets sprayed upon command As their souls are turned to ash Lined up for their smothering As their faces melt in gas Suffering seeps into every pore Zyklon consumes the very core Ashes used to fertilise the earth We’ll eventually burn And a new age will birth As the tides of change return They’ll gas the world Lead wasn’t sufficient, bullets paved the blood stained soil in need of something more efficient mouths foamed for the final solution, their revolution Death was needed at a great scale Herded like sheep to their slaughter Forced to meet their maker Gasping for air, in Vermin (Breakdown) The stench of death stains the air Forced elimination Mass murdering And immense suffering Systematic atrocity, orchestrated genocide. A somber testament to the depths of humanities hate With every step into the abyss, innocence was shattered brains will scatter everywhere In suffocating spaces, they fought against despair Consciousness is beyond repair Their mouths agape, amidst the flames of tragedy they will remain Terminated by asphyxiation In shadows of atrocity, humanity will slowly rot Smothered in toxic hatred A blood-soaked ground where evil is crowned A temple designed as a slaughterhouse Let the factory churn out the devoured Smothered, where they will spend their final hour In a historical paradigm Souls, like specters, dance in a spectral ballet The echoes of anguish never truly fade In the silent chambers of despair, we are oblivion