Boris The Blade Eulogy
Black out the sun
Cast the shadows upon their flesh
Let the purge of existence begin
I feel the weight of the world
With every breath in my dying lungs
I hear the screams of the aborted daughters
As the conquering begins of the kings
And their rising sons
They slaughter the strange and pillage the weak
They stand tall at your defeat
I gaze at the atmospheric effects induced to the earth
Reduced to nothing
The thrones of misery now bear the weight of their morality
The dead will bring us new life
The past forgotten - buried in the dirt
This f..cking world will suffer
Black out the sun
Cast the shadows upon their flesh
I feel the weight of the world with my breath
In my dying lungs
I gaze at the atmospheric effects induced to the earth
Reduced to nothing
The thrones of misery now bear the weight of man
I gaze at the atmospheric effects induced to the earth
Reduced to nothing
The thrones of misery now bear the weight of their morality
Now bear the weight of man