This is the first recording of our O.C and it was mixed and mastered at home in a small room by our brother and friend Darpan Tamang. Since it is a home recording we apologize for any weird or inaudible sounds. We gave it what we could and this is better than what we had expected. 
Vocals - Kinley Phyntso
Guitars - Ujwal Pradhan and Arpan Tamang.
Bass - Hemant Darjay.
Drums - Jagat Adhikari.
Production - Darpan Tamang.
LYRICS.
"our world is a festering wound,
infected by the disease of humanity
civilization bringing on its own destruction.
an inch away from the event horizon.
Our world is a festering wound,
infected by humanity.
 A slow rot from the inside, a plague upon our mother
One race on a path of suicide, willing we dig our own graves.
Consuming all in our wake, we leave but a bloody stain.
We've invited our own extinction.
With our putrid continual desecration-
of our mother who we have destroyed, we've eaten from within.
Our redemption is forever lost to us.
We are the victims of our greed, a populace blinded by profit.
Incapable of rational thinking, we hoard whats left of our mother.
Souls that swarm to her aid, we subject to death and torture.
Consuming all in our path, we leave but a bloody stain.
Hear the legions as they scream out loud.
But are only received by deafening silence.
As those upon their guided chairs fatten on blinded scores,
we are a race destined to bring about our own doom.
We've invited our own extinction.
With our putrid continual desecration-
of our mother who we have destroyed, we've eaten from within.
Our redemption is forever lost to us.
And now with bloodstained hands we gaze upon our choking skies.
Too late our realization, futile are the tears we cry.
We are responsible for our own degeneration.
We are the cause and effect of our own extinction.
As we breathe in the toxic fumes of our own production.
And stand upon the barren ground filled with death and decay.
We are the remnants of our old damned existence.
We are the remnants of our own impurity.
A race that could have sustained had we only considered,
the consequences of our actions and brought about,
preventive measures to ensure our longevity,
but now we wallow in our own despondency.
Why didn't we bring this process to a stop?
we must now suffer, embrace our fucking end

Forsaken (Bhutan)