lyrics: All stand beneath his tongue What has this world become Jet black eyes line the mists of the bog Feel ur skins too tight u should fucking rip it off Bathed in pale moonlight stand the force employed to cull And In the flare of mage light u can see their slack jaws Bleed the crown a stuck pig The scream is turned to bird song Paint the fleets face With the blood of raid rot Everything is torched upon completion of the job Even in the midst of war i hear them laugh and make love Pikes of kings guard Atop a desecrated throne They say the royals will bleed blue But here im covered in its rose I punch out fragments of his bones I dug so deep I touched his soul Drag him to the boat Burn his carcass in our cove Feed his pieces to the wolves Yah I need to see him ripped They tear his trachea out his throat All those teeth had got a grip Ill be damned Spread this plague through out these sands Break down everything by
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