Worm Shepherd – A Bird in the Dusk (feat. Scott Lewis – Official Lyric Video)

Artist: Worm Shepherd
Song: A Bird in the Dusk
BUY/STREAM – https://orcd.co/wsritualhymns
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Album: Ritual Hymns
Release Date: January 14th 2022
Label: Unique Leader Records
Genre: Blackened Deathcore
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Video by Scott Rudd
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A BIRD IN THE DUSK

The Court is risen
From the bowels of a wilted village flooded in quarrel
Beneath the trees breathes the blood pact to reclaim our soil.
Indoctrinated warfare amongst the rats
Set forth by fraudulent monarchy shall cease to breathe a sunset
Atop steel structures rains phosphor as the false gods are hunted
The oath remains fragmented until proclaimed overseers feed the worms.
May we harvest thine melted flesh
and drink the wines that spill from their open throats
May we harvest thine melted flesh
and drink the wines that spill from their open throats
Beware the Court of Owls, whomst watch beyond time, Ruling from a shadowed perch, behind granite and lime.
They watch you at your hearth, they watch you in your bed. Speak not a whispered word about them, or they shall send the Talon for your head
The Court is risen
From the bowels of a wilted village flooded in quarrel
Beneath the trees breathes the blood pact to reclaim our soil.
Indoctrinated warfare amongst the rats
Atop steel structures rains phosphor as the false gods are hunted
The oath remains fragmented until proclaimed overseers feed the worms.
May we harvest thine melted flesh
Indescribable creatures tear away at the tendons and nerves leaving the pile of gristle and cruor to the vultures.
Bleeding dry the corpses of the populace
Spilling wrists to fill the trenches
Split truths scatter like rats
Restlessly flying to rain death
Split the mothers from their children, carve their bones into dust that withers in the wind.
Hear the masses cry as their home is reduced to ash for the new world to be planted over
Bound in solitude,
Nocturnal knights rule a world in ruin
With feather and claw
Silent deaths and forgotten loss
Flight without fear
The end of everything is near
A fitting grave for the death of man
In moonless night they soar beyond sight
Waiting for humanity’s demise
I dream of the day when their wings carry us away
A death in the family avenged

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