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The Gloom In The Corner - Behemoth
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Gloom In The Corner
The Gloom In The Corner
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt Stevens
Matt Stevens
Songwriter
Nic Haberle
Nic Haberle
Songwriter
Paul Musolino
Paul Musolino
Songwriter
Michael Duffield
Michael Duffield
Songwriter

Songtexte

I have awaited you three Watched and mourned as you've travelled across my land With decimation and barbaric cruelty Yet, I am captivated by you, Ronin For someone filled with tumultuous thoughts You've managed to stay alive You've kept them from a fate bleaker than death, commendable But the time has come to pay And it is I who shall be rewarded by your demise I've come for blood, blood, blood Shut the fuck up Hallowed be thy name Stop talking like a cunt, how does thy blade taste? I said I'd never go back But I guеss I'm used to being pushed to the point where I fucking snap Step back, empty the mag Fuck the 'shoot to kill, I go for the kneecaps Done playing advocate, I tell you I'm hating it The disdain I feel, you're feeling it Shoot the messenger, I'll fucking shoot back Drag your head to the curb, teeth smashed like glass Have you ever felt a chainsword cut through you Like a pig against a blade? Well, feel the pain Die, motherfucker, die Hallowed be thy name Bite down, hold your tongue, take two steps back Know your fucking place, you fucking rat I find pleasure in this, scratch the itch Addicted to gutting you like a fucking pig Comin' for your spine, locked on like Predator Bull in a China shop, call that Berzerker Rain down fire, God like in power Crows'll peck at your corpse, call that a murder I have stared upon the face of humanity I have deemed you all deserve to fucking rot Swallowed up by the abyssal dark I emerge from the void to tear the shadows apart Your problems aren't mind, I don't care for yours Comin' with the chainblade, 12 gauge, going for the rib cage Call yourself a king, I'm coming for the crown, let's go Despite being down and out, you can't seem to quite fucking get it Dragged my balls through glass Pent-up emotions, so you can fucking feel it Deep breath as the knife goes in, and twist, masochistic ritualist You call yourself a god, a king Well, you can call me Behemoth Drop in, I'm killin' ya Blurring' the line between hero and villain, division ya Call it attrition, but I am the God The religion of 'runnin' and gunnin' ya If death made riches, I'd be a motherfuckin' killionaire Take out stocks in body bags 'cause when I'm done, you'll be alone I'll rip him off his throne, tear down his kingdom His throne of souls Hell's tyranny is overthrone through the worst pain he's ever known The worst pain he's ever known Comin' back, unloadin' with the AK Poppin' off like New Years, all spray When you die, I'ma grab the best play Conquered this, now we're movin', eave-lay The devil's heart is mine to keep, I'll leave this hell with tyranny The devil's heart is mine to keep, here comes the pa Die motherfucker, die Die motherfucker, die Hallowed be thy name Hallowed be thy name With the last token required for your journey home obtained It is time to commence the ritual to take you between worlds Show us what to do Fuck, Ronin, your work isn't done yet You're the angel, hold off Hell's forces while the Queen and I work We're going to be cutting it close Alright three, you know your roles, begin
Writer(s): Matt Stevens, Michael Duffield, Nic Haberle, Paul Musolino Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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