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• Artiste: Tight Rope
• Titre: Legion Atrophic
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Dawn, the sanguine sun crests afar. Our eyes strained to see, as Wings of carrion obscure the sky, Salivating at the feast. Death befell all who stood their ground Torn apart their bodies befouled Crushed beneath unrelenting claws No mercy was shown Separating the earth Forasken maw unfolding The harbinger of the end Speaks his haunting words I'm nothing more than a ghost Now unto me you must absolve your souls Fear not your fate for again you will rise This masked illusion will be your demise All tormented souls begging for death's embrace Who call to masters now, release our mortal binds. They writhe in agony for all of eternity. Eloquent words written in scars inscribe the terrible passings of the battle Intricate patterns splayed in flesh to appease the ones who guide their hands Cadaverous facade erected in worship to their demon gods below Cries of the wicked echo in their halls, The deathsong in their ears. Marching forth through winter's grasp Their withering lives wrought from their hands All they held close A fading thought of what was once their souls Breathing stops burning hearts turning cold. Dusk, the sanguine sun sets afar Our eyes bleeding see Wings of carrion take to the sky Salivating at the feast. Skeletal lord forces his will upon those with the weakened mind Waiting once again to rise at his call to take up arms. Now they wait at his word Hilts held in deadened clutch.