Warmonger from WAKE by Vultures At Arms Reach
Tracklist
| 5. | Warmonger | 9:03 |
Lyrics
The dust settles on the tongues of all our enemies wistfully
The blood dripping off the flesh as they gasp on their final breath quietly
The dead pile up upon the red horizon and stare beyond silently
The flesh slaughtered by the dogs of all our tribes as we christen thee violently
To war
All these things that I am
Wrath and fury in my empty hands
Pray I'm still strong for the fight
And I am
To keep all hell come crashing down
The rust settles in the lungs of all the volatile war machines breathlessly
Black throats spewing out the sparks of their gods and their false prophets spitefully
The bones piled up and looked upon despised on and break again by rivalry
Death throes slaughtered by the gods by all your lies as we piss on thee blissfully
With a hand and an ominous blade to their throats
It seems to keep them occupied
With a hand and an ominous shade on their hearts
It seems to keep them pacified
It's dead inside
Evil swoons at it's life's work
And it feeds
Consuming 'til there's nothing left inside
of the plebs
Humans loom just like clockwork
It keeps all hell from crashing down
