There was a time when mortals fought noble wars. Humans impaled on barbed wire. Gassed to death in their trenches. The suffering and the stench pleased Him. Sometimes bands and artists understand this and create art reminiscent of a time when you filthy people actually stood for something and fought with your lives as if they were valuable. Today you hunker in your holes, scared of death, scared to meet Him. Scared to have your flesh ripped from your bones. Scared to see your organs laying on your groin while you die in immense pain. It’s pathetic.

With that in mind, here is a split from Minenwerfer and 1914 available via Archaic Sound.

Hail Satan,

Ritual Grim