1912 - Carrion Vael: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

1912

7

Death Metal/Black Metal

1912 adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Unique Leader Records tarafından 16 Ocak 2026 tarihinde yayınlandıSlay Utterly

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümSlay Utterly

Çıkış Tarihi16 Ocak 2026

FirmaUnique Leader Records

DilEnglish

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM117

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Carrion Vael

Performer

Travis Lawson - Purcell

Travis Lawson - Purcell

Lead Vocals

Alex Arford

Bass Guitar

Trenton Limburg

Trenton Limburg

Electric Guitar

Ryan Kuder

Electric Guitar

Matt Behner

Drums

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Travis Lawson - Purcell

Travis Lawson - Purcell

Songwriter

Alex Arford

Arranger

Trenton Limburg

Trenton Limburg

Arranger

Ryan Kuder

Songwriter

Matt Behner

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Jack Daniels

Producer

Elisha Mullins

Producer

Jeff Dunne

Mastering Engineer

Şarkı sözleri

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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