Chelsea Grin feat. Filth - Orc March
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Here we repel the enchanted dead
Defend this realm
It’s far greater than a nations will
Are you ready to stand and kill
We alone must hold the line

Stand fight with sword and malice
This will be the power over negative
This will be a legacy in which they will sing
This will be the end of everything

Slice, crush, grind all
End, cease, break bones
Rend the horrid walking dead
Oracles foretold this
The lamb’s blood was curdled
A crow’s feather dipped in the ink of pain

The first born was offered to the gods of war
Then painted over bodies of Babylon whores
The prick of your finger
The poison shall linger
Then offer your good eye to the woes of Cain

I don’t wanna be here
All of this violence just makes me grow colder
I was only slipping away
With no room left to pray
Blood magic death of me

Slice, crush, grind all
End, cease, break bones
Rend the horrid walking dead
Oracles foretold this
The lamb’s blood was curdled
A crow’s feather dipped in the ink of pain

The first born was offered to the gods of war
Then painted over bodies of Babylon whores
The prick of your finger
The poison shall linger
Then offer your good eye to the woes of Cain

Woes of Cain

Reborn
I am reborn
Lathed in the blood of my enemies slain
Willful submission to the woes of Cain
Conquerer of kings, of my legacy they will sing
As I carve my way through history
Infinite legacy
Blood magic death of