Tongue Cutter
from Death Process by Koningsor
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lyrics
The apple of my eye
The western wind blows tonight
To feel your bones against mine
The taste of salt from your skin, gives me life
I’ve slain a thousand men, for a debt that I owe to you
Those cowards came in the night, and stole you from our garden.
Hopelessly waiting, the prey is escaping
I must forge the iron that gnaws on souls
They call it the Western Wind
A tyrannical instrument
Disruptor of the tides
An extremity of my heart
Wander the places that harbor the faces
I ripped every eye, and cut every tongue
Sleep in the cold, combat in fire
Pry out the answer that I seek
God of Death grant your wings and let me live through you
Carve a path made of the blood and peaceful solitude
Fearless leader, at your gates
Your crown is dust, your name will break
By the dawn the bloodline fails
Leave a scar for everyone
In my rage, I conquer all
Even those with innocence
In your halls they will scream for mercy and tranquility
Abstain the youth from cruelty
The moon assumed a crimson hue
Flames of my hostility allow my soul serenity
Chains weave a fine tomb
My will, became truth
Bloodlust
Controlled by hate, consumed by earth
The western wind blows tonight
To feel your bones against mine
The taste of salt from your skin, gives me life
I’ve slain a thousand men, for a debt that I owe to you
Those cowards came in the night, and stole you from our garden.
Hopelessly waiting, the prey is escaping
I must forge the iron that gnaws on souls
They call it the Western Wind
A tyrannical instrument
Disruptor of the tides
An extremity of my heart
Wander the places that harbor the faces
I ripped every eye, and cut every tongue
Sleep in the cold, combat in fire
Pry out the answer that I seek
God of Death grant your wings and let me live through you
Carve a path made of the blood and peaceful solitude
Fearless leader, at your gates
Your crown is dust, your name will break
By the dawn the bloodline fails
Leave a scar for everyone
In my rage, I conquer all
Even those with innocence
In your halls they will scream for mercy and tranquility
Abstain the youth from cruelty
The moon assumed a crimson hue
Flames of my hostility allow my soul serenity
Chains weave a fine tomb
My will, became truth
Bloodlust
Controlled by hate, consumed by earth
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from Death Process,
released June 2, 2023
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