Worm Shepherd - The River Ov Knives (Official Video)

Поделиться
HTML-код
  • Опубликовано: 15 сен 2024
  • Artist: Worm Shepherd
    Song: The River Ov Knives
    BUY/STREAM - orcd.co/wsritu...
    _____________________________________________
    Album: Ritual Hymns
    Release Date: January 14th 2022
    Label: Unique Leader Records
    Genre: Blackened Deathcore
    _____________________________________________
    Filmed by Urquhart Productions
    ____________________________________________
    THE RIVER OV KNIVES
    The wind closed eyes
    In lies the tribe's iron hand
    Gripping color
    Dripping salted water
    Without the Sun
    We merge our paths
    Thy picture birthed only in blight
    The horns formed in matching peril
    The River carries victims of my lasting betrayal. A ritual forced upon me.
    Hymns carried
    Answered with silence, begetting an unparalleled emptiness. Was he ever here... or is the winter’s howl emerging from the opposite direction?
    Where could the remnants of the shattered aether be scattered
    Is my blood tied to these wilted scriptures?
    There screams no sound louder than nothingness
    The wind closed eyes
    In lies the tribe's iron hand
    Gripping color
    Dripping salted water
    Without the Sun
    We merge our paths
    Thy picture birthed only in blight
    The horns formed in matching peril
    The River carries victims of my lasting betrayal. A ritual forced upon me.
    Hymns carried
    Answered with silence, begetting an unparalleled emptiness. Was he ever here... or is the winter’s howl emerging from thee?
    Answered with silence, begetting an unparalleled emptiness. Was he ever here... or is the winter’s howl emerging from the opposite direction?
    Impending uprising fulfilled when I discovered death's dry hand.
    Stepping out into the snow the chill caresses my hair. Following the voice to encounter thy embrace.
    An offering of flesh
    A sacrifice of memories
    Plunge the ashen blade through the chest of my origin. Tear tendons to reach the vessel
    Surgical discovery of the ancient ones
    To the glyphs I raise my hand
    Plunge the ashen blade through the chest of my origin.
    Hooded father I cry upon the altar
    I repeat your message in circles

Комментарии • 532