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The new album is finally here! You can find it on Bandcamp with bonus tracks right here: Or Spotify: iTunes/Apple Music: At the very end of the world, The Elder of the last city on earth sits on his throne awaiting the end of his immortal reign. There is only one being that can complete the task, and he's been warned that she's finally come to take him. He warns to anyone left listening, “Godhunter's gonna hunt you...“ I'd like to thank every single one of the 59(!) Discord server members and patrons who lent their voices to this song in the backup crowd vocals. You all sound amazing! Lyrics: Rumors heard From a little black bird The edges of a prophecy The pieces I have learned Said the daughter of the reaper Has been searching for the keeper And I fear she'll let me burn Locked tight up In the tower on top Of the domain of humanity The godhood that I've earned When you're holding on to majesty You'd fear the hunt, a travesty That balance may return When you're sinful to the bone Unholy And you've claimed yourself a throne Like me Wield power of your own Making Godhunter's gonna hunt you down If you're something more than flesh Ascended And you've taken on the rest To end it Then she'll find you in a dream Tormented Godhunter's gonna hunt you down Fear confined To the depths of my mind For what could be such a threat to me The conqueror of time Yet the whispers of a reckoning Have kept the spirits beckoning To look upon my crime Blood and war When the world is no more She's been watching for a century With hatred, and with scorn If you know the hunter's coming Then you hide or keep on running 'Cause she's slain the gods before Don't let her see your power in the daylight Don't let her see it when you bring the storm To the master of the eldritch she's a growing bed of thorns Dark cults, leaders of the night, Tell the tales of a fright From a ghost of the future days A holy crusade On the gods decayed To end our violent ways Lost kings, fallen in the mist Made their names on a list And the hunt was carried through A price for the past When your name is last And the hunter comes for you Of all the free She has none left but me And my loyal knights have passed with time A god and a throne, locked up all alone In the kingdom I called mine Dreams of a being From the watcher unseen Now he warned me she'll come to take his due “The hate in your head, she has more“ he said “The godhunter waits for you“
