Chris Reifert

"It may sound crazy now, but at the time we couldn't find band members around here to save our lives. The quest for at least a bass player turned up blanks. I guess you can say we didn't fit in with what the Bay Area was churning out, being a total death metal band in a strictly thrash environment. Fuck it, we couldn't let that stop us, so we didn't."

"Burning from the inside out Bloody foam spews from your mouth Smell the putrid stench of flesh As it burns you to your death [...] The rancid smell of burning hair Screaming in excruciating pain Blood boils over, warping veins Burnt skull collapses onto melting brains Spontaneous death, up in flames Twisting and writhing as life burns away Until nothing is left but charred remains"

"Here I sit surrounded by white My arms wrapped around my back real tight What did I do that was so wrong that I had to pay I don't think anyone's gonna miss her anyway I just couldn't take any more shit So with the swing of my knife her stomach was split Putrid guts and bile all over the floor Couldn't help but laugh at this vision of gore Severed flesh began to expel blood Stench of defecation as I cut Shoved my hand into the gaping slice As you tried to emit gurgling cries Intenstines on the ground Guts removed Disembowel Twitching violently Dying in agony Blood comes flowing forth Eyes no longer see"