Musikvideo
Musikvideo
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Worm Shepherd
Performer
Lucca Schmerler
Vocals
Devin Duarte
Lead Vocals
Brandon Cooper
Electric Guitar
Leo McClain
Drums
Ryan Ibarra
Electric Guitar
Tre' Perdue
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devin Duarte
Songwriter
Brandon Cooper
Songwriter
Leo McClain
Songwriter
Ryan Ibarra
Songwriter
Tre' Perdue
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cody Stewart
Associate Producer
Songtexte
Cast into the fire, encircled by fog.
The flames' tongues slither across my skin. Punishment for the atrocities I birthed, and the pestilence I forced into lungs.
The sickening grin returns as I bathe in infernal heat.
My venomous deeds on Earth collected and molded into a monument of fear.
Tears at the thought of me.
Shrill bellowing at the sight of me.
I still stalk from below.
Shield your eyes, for your savior returns at sunrise.
Watch as he descends, lifeless, constricted by the eternal noose slowly descending.
As he draws closer to the soil, feast your eyes upon his empty sockets stare into the vortex of defeat.
His second coming, an event to tear hope from the droned hearts of the masses.
The druids and servants drag out the boiling pot of water, dropping the carcass in.
His children stare as his once impeccable skin seethes and evaporates.
My warning proves true, their hope is buried.
Licking my lips at the horrors above, witness to horrors that surround before being gripped with incessant suffering.
Ever lost in anguish.
Scream and the sound echoes across the dreadful plain.
I warm by the flames from whence the cries entered.
Man. Race of Ruin. Race of Odium.
We have reclaimed existence, Lucifer give us sight.
I am the unholy. I am Spite. Son of Truth. Son of Perdition.
Stare into the void of my eyes.
I recite my anathemas to grip your throats, squeezing out words you used against the dark. Asphyxiated by the rope of reprisal
Kneel down to the saviour of the fallen race as he reigns with his wings wide open
We have reclaimed existence, Lucifer give us sight.
I am the unholy. I am Spite. Son of Truth. Son of Perdition.
Stare into the void of my eyes.
I recite my anathemas to grip your throats
Ever lost in anguish.
Scream and the sound echoes across the dreadful plain.
I warm by the flames from whence the cries entered.
Race of Ruin. Race of Odium
The death of purity breathes life into eternal waste
As they've seen I've condemned thy blood hopeless landscape.
Fiend's sights are combined, blood that spills from your mouth.
Loathe yourself, deathless shame rains agony over your putrid silhouette.
Written by: Brandon Cooper, Devin Duarte, Leo McClain, Ryan Ibarra, Tre Purdue