Nuclear rain, a winter wonder
The clock strikes, thee atomic number
Born and raised, in fallout shelters
We are, the sons of thunder
Our glowing eyes that pierce the blackness
Our forefather's, we're cooked to ashes
Our brains exposed and soaked in madness
Decrepit flesh, hangs in patches
Boiling skin, paints our faces
We seek refuge in darkened places
When the siren sounds, we go back under
We are, the sons of thunder
Human dust, our skin is flaking
Flesh slumps off, our bones are shaking
Beating heart, ribs pulled asunder
We are the sons of thunder
We look un-dead but still alive
Stare into unblinking eyes
We're food for insects, they're breeding flies
Maggots fall, from between her thighs
Smoke hangs low in poisoned skies
Devastation will feed us lies
We survived as we went under
We are the sons of thunder
Procreating deformed children
We inbreed our own species
Man is game and man is hunter
We are the sons of thunder
credits
from Frailty,
released July 1, 2017
Lyrics by Erik Pratt
Music by Down the Scope
The Los Angeles outfit, led by Keir Gilchrist of "Atypical" fame, barrel through six molten-hot death-metal tracks with reckless abandon. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 29, 2020