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1912
Carrion Vael
9Death Metal/Black Metal2026
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1912 fue publicado el 16 de enero de 2026 por Unique Leader Records como parte del álbum Slay Utterly
ÁlbumSlay Utterly
16 de enero de 2026
SelloUnique Leader Records
IdiomaEnglish
BPM117
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía

RESUMEN

LETRAS

Letras

Sleep, Under the envious
Moon oh my love, til the end i will lust,
For the beauty in your.
Sleep, cold and alone thy love.
I'm taking your soul, the beauty the whole
And I'm ravaging your sleep
Ohh, why don't they just let me know
The end of all, the night upon
The shadows they must grow.
Split the wick, the pale light is cast.
So its room to room, as the evil looms
This feeding must be had, lie in wake.
I've taken all the light,
No reflection on the walls to spawn
The death of my own ghastly sight
Down upon their heads, watch the blood pour forth from
Every bed. Upon the floor they pool
They'd scream if they
Had the chance to tell their story,
Just another life, another strewn out for the crowds delight.
Tells another tale of a severed eye,
Another crushed skull and I've washed the night off.
I run these rails and I'm all,
The night it calls upon.
1912, eight to hell
The bells foretold oh the sigal of light,
But they death they hold shows the darkness of night
Oh the torture.
I swing the axe, it's the penance you pay.
World in decline, such a fallacy they say.
It's the way, these young ones must pay
Pay for the sins of our fathers wicked ways.
Clean this home, of all the shame
And never reconsume the death they bring.
Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill
What the fuck,
What you gonna do burn anyway,
Can't thing of a better way to say, just another lost hope
Hanging on the ropes, you'll never see another day anyway
No more, not a single thing you can say, but just slay.
I'll take it all of this pain, it can all go away.
Every bed. Upon the floor they pool
They'd scream if they
Had the chance to tell their story,
Just another life, another strewn out for the crowds delight.
Tells another tale of a severed eye,
Another crushed skull and I've washed the night off.
I run these rails and I'm all,
The night it calls upon.
1912, eight to hell
The bells foretold oh the sigal of light,
But they death they hold shows the darkness of night
Oh the torture.
I swing the axe, it's the penance you pay.
World in decline, such a fallacy they say.
It's the way, these young ones must pay
Pay for the sins of our fathers wicked ways.
Are they innocent? No more, they bleed until I slay no more.
Will the end be grim for them? I say let the axe say when.
The skulls give way, and they
Lay still in the jealous moon,
And the sun reveals the truth,
That the crowd consumes.
I swing the axe, it's the penance you pay.
World in decline, such a fallacy they say.
It's the way, these young ones must pay
Pay for the sins of our fathers wicked ways.
Written by: Alex Arford, Matt Behner, Ryan Kuder, Travis Lawson - Purcell, Trenton Limburg

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