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• Artiste: Gloom In The Corner (The)
• Titre: Behemoth
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"I have awaited you three Watched and mourned as you've travelled across my land With decimation and barbaric cruelty Yet, I am captivated by you, Ronin; for someone filled with Tumultuous thoughts, you have prevailed in keeping The angel and the queen alive You have kept them from a fate bleaker than death, commendable But the time has come to pay, and it is I who shall be rewarded By your demise. I've come for blood, blood, blood..." "Oh shut the fuck up." Hallowed be thy name Stop talking like a cunt, how does thy blade taste? I said I'd never go back But I guess I'm used to being pushed to the point where I fucking snap Step back, empty the mag Fuck the 'shoot to kill' I go for the kneecaps Done playing advocate I tell you I'm hating it The disdain I feel? You're feeling it Shoot the messenger, I'll fucking shoot back And drag your head to the curb; teeth smashed like glass "You ever felt a chainsword cut through You like a pig against a blade? Well, feel the pain Die motherfucker, die Bite down, hold your tongue Take two steps back, know your fucking place, you fucking rat I find pleasure in this, scratch the itch Addicted to gutting you like a Fucking pig Comin for your spine, locked on like Predator Bull in a China shop, call that Berzerker Rain down fire, God like in power Crows'll peck at your corpse, call that a murder "I have stared upon the face of humanity I have deemed you all deserve to fucking rot" "Nah." Swallowed up by the abyssal dark I emerge from the void to tear the shadows apart Your problems aren't mind, I don't care for yours Comin with the chainblade, 12 gauge, going for the rib cage Call yourself a king, I'm coming for the crown, let's go Despite being down and out You can't seem to quite fucking get it Dragged my balls through glass, pent up Emotions so you can fucking feel it Deep breath as the knife goes in, and twist Masochistic ritualist You call yourself a god, a king Well you can call me 'behemoth' Drop in, I'm killin' ya Blurring' the line between hero and villain, division ya Call it attrition, but I am the god, the religion of Runnin' and gunnin' ya If death made riches, I'd be a motherfuckin' killionaire Take out stocks in body bags 'cause when I'm done you'll be... Alone I'll rip him off his throne Tear down his kingdom, his throne of souls Hell's tyranny is overthrone Through the worst pain he's ever known He's ever, he's ever, he's ever known Comin' back, unloadin' with the AK Poppin' off like New Years; all spray When you die I'ma grab the best play Conquered this, now we're movin; eave-lay The devil's heart is mine to keep I'll leave this hell with tyranny The devil's heart is mine to keep Feel the pain Die motherfucker die Hallowed be thy name