MORKVARG – The Endless Hunger 🐺⚔️ (The Witcher 3 Heavy Song) | Legendary Tracks 🩸

Описание: "Eat the ash, drink the mud... taste the salt of your own blood."

Deep within the Garden of Freya on the shores of Skellige, a monster howls in eternal agony. Morkvarg. Once a feared raider, now a starving beast bound by a priestess's curse. He cannot eat, he cannot drink, and most cruelly—he cannot die.

This track dives into the blackened heart of Hindarsfjall. Combining Dark Viking Folk with the raw power of Blackened Metal, we tell the story of a man who became a prisoner of his own hunger. Every time he heals, the nightmare begins anew.

Beware the garden. Beware the hunger.

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Lyrics:
[Intro]
(Guttural whisper: "Feed me... kill me... feed me... I am hungry... so... hungry...")

[Verse 1]
I sailed the black waves on blood-red sails
A terror of the coast through storm and hail
No temple too sacred, no throat too pure
I carved my name in screams and gore
In the Garden of Freya where the sunlight dies
I burned the white flowers, laughed at priestess cries
Their goddess watched... but left me there alone —
Now I haunt these marshes — endless — blind — alone

[Pre-Chorus]
Eat the ash, drink the mud
Taste the salt of your own blood
The meat turns to cinders, the flesh turns to gall —
The curse of the priestess is the shadow on all!

[Chorus]
MORKVARG — the wolf who cannot die!
MORKVARG — under the blood-red sky!
A heart still beating, a soul in a cage
A thousand years of hunger — a thousand years of rage!
No mercy in Hindarsfjall, no peace in the grave
The monster is the master — the MAN is the SLAVE!
MORKVARG — forever in the dark —
The beast with ruin... in his heart!

[Verse 2]
I tore my own leg, gnawed through the bone
Thought freedom waited — but pain only grown
It grew back twisted, mocking my will
The garden laughs, the curse drinks its fill
Flesh heals before the bleeding even stops
I tear apart what breathes until it drops
A predator's body — a prisoner's mind
The cruelest fate that a sinner could find

[Bridge]
(Whispered:) "The tooth... the tusk... the flesh... Is it the curse of the blood? Or the curse of the fang?"
(Broken voice:) "Once I had a name. Once I walked between men and called them brothers. Freya's garden was white then... before I burned it."
(Rising rasp:) FOUL MEAT! BITTER BONE! A STARVING KING ON A BROKEN THRONE!

[Final Chorus]
MORKVARG — the wolf who cannot die!
MORKVARG — under the blood-red sky!
A heart still beating, a soul in a cage
A thousand years of hunger — a thousand years of rage!
No mercy in Hindarsfjall, no peace in the grave
THE MONSTER IS THE MASTER — THE MAN IS THE SLAVE!
MORKVARG — forever in the dark —
The beast... with ruin... IN HIS HEART!

[Outro]
(Fading growl: "Feed me... my own flesh... And watch me die... laughing... For even in death... The hunger... remains...")

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