THE HEAD OF THE TRAITOR - THE BEGINNING (FT. ALEX IVES) [OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO] (2021) SW EXCLUSIVE

Описание: EP: The Beginning
Releases: 2021
Genre: Symphonic Deathcore
Location: Scotland, United Kingdom
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Credits:
Music by Tony Learoyd
Lyrics by Darren Mcilvenny & Alex Ives
Mixed by David Baker
Mastered by Jon Sallows, Devil's God Productions
Video by Tristan Dales

Lyrics:
Let's hold the hands of a rotten corpse, the skin is slipping its hard to hold on.
Being trusted is a power that's given, the oath of the dead is born.
Drinking blood from the ever giving fountains, the dark sun has become our Lord.
Playing dead is a sign of weakness, we have become.

Eewwwa lets go, I'm the Lord of rot with the taste to expand the race.
Prothrombin designs of evil pulsed into faith. F**king eradicate,
exterminate the life of a foreign lie, I have become the beast, it's our f**king life.

Come in and see the sin of isolation, let's wake up to see the sky in black.
Nothing has changed and there is no going back. Aaahhhhhhhhhh

Death in the sea that is filled with red, entrapments all around.
Blessed by the cause of broken wills, our purpose can be found.
I'm hard from the lack of life, I'm fuelled from the way you cry.
Ripped apart and begging me, I'm drenched in your sacrifice.

Tails of the crypt are reality, strong in hate is what they say.
Tormented beings saying they cannot stay, weak peasants.
I have a sick kind of hatred for them, string there veins and open their heads.
I said open.

Come in and see the sin of isolation, let's wake up to see the sky in black.
Nothing has changed and there is no going back. Theres no going back.

Death in the sea that is filled with red, entrapments all around.
Blessed by the cause of broken wills, our purpose can be found.
I'm hard from the lack of life, I'm fuelled from the way you cry.
Ripped apart and begging me, I'm drenched in your sacrifice.

Let us hold the hands of a rotten corpse, the skin is slipping its hard to hold on.
Being trusted is a power that's given, the oath of the dead is born.
Born. The dead is born.

Growing up to find that all humans are the same, my own breed has come to be.
Get them on there knees and make then prise my name.

The dead is born. Become. Us. The cacophony of the dead, can you hear their screams.

Death in the sea that is filled with red, entrapments all around.
Blessed by the cause of broken wills, our purpose can be found.
I'm hard from the lack of life, I'm fuelled from the way you cry.
Ripped apart and begging me, I'm drenched in your sacrifice.

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