Hollow Gut - Lowlife

Behold the rise of a wretched dawn Death, blight, eternal darkness possession corruption！！！！！！ Piles of decaying flesh Rotten straight through the core The maso

I will not survive this night Scraped of my vesture confined in a dungeon of sludge Reign of whips sink their fangs into a helpless frame Body marked with

Ok ,what we're thinking uh.. uh as aliens are there, their action preternatural being fast We are concerned about the space program they contact with They a