Worm Shepherd – Blood Kingdom

Artist: Worm Shepherd
Song: Blood Kingdom
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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BLOOD KINGDOM

Cast into the fire, encircled by fog.
The flames’ tongues slither across my skin. Punishment for the atrocities I birthed, and the pestilence I forced into lungs.
The sickening grin returns as I bathe in infernal heat.
My venomous deeds on Earth collected and molded into a monument of fear.
Tears at the thought of me.
Shrill bellowing at the sight of me.
I still stalk from below.
Shield your eyes, for your savior returns at sunrise.
Watch as he descends, lifeless, constricted by the eternal noose slowly descending.
As he draws closer to the soil, feast your eyes upon his empty sockets stare into the vortex of defeat.
His second coming, an event to tear hope from the droned hearts of the masses.
The druids and servants drag out the boiling pot of water, dropping the carcass in.
His children stare as his once impeccable skin seethes and evaporates.
My warning proves true, their hope is buried.
Licking my lips at the horrors above, witness to horrors that surround before being gripped with incessant suffering.
Ever lost in anguish.
Scream and the sound echoes across the dreadful plain.
I warm by the flames from whence the cries entered.
Man. Race of Ruin. Race of Odium.
We have reclaimed existence, Lucifer give us sight.
I am the unholy. I am Spite. Son of Truth. Son of Perdition.
Stare into the void of my eyes.
I recite my anathemas to grip your throats, squeezing out words you used against the dark. Asphyxiated by the rope of reprisal
Kneel down to the saviour of the fallen race as he reigns with his wings wide open
We have reclaimed existence, Lucifer give us sight.
I am the unholy. I am Spite. Son of Truth. Son of Perdition.
Stare into the void of my eyes.
I recite my anathemas to grip your throats
Ever lost in anguish.
Scream and the sound echoes across the dreadful plain.
I warm by the flames from whence the cries entered.
Race of Ruin. Race of Odium
The death of purity breathes life into eternal waste
As they’ve seen I’ve condemned thy blood hopeless landscape.
Fiend’s sights are combined, blood that spills from your mouth.
Loathe yourself, deathless shame rains agony over your putrid silhouette.