Entrails like wedding bands
Album: EP
By: Elsinore
By: Elsinore
Duration
4:14
Genres
Description
One of 4 songs we recorded in a live studio session at Rock City studios Ann Arbor Michigan. Its a pretty epic death metal song.
Lyrics
Bloody Treason Crimson day on the moor All is fucking lost Viking horsemen here to gorge And then I heard the call Young swain Fetch me my Claymore When all is done I won’t need it anymore Young swain Fetch me my Claymore When all is done I won’t need it anymore [repeat as needed] As foretold by witches Three cold callous bitches Stabbing steel through iron breast skulls to fill the dowry chest Entrails in his hand like wedding bands Disregard for human life skulls are trophies for his wife Discarded limbs falling down He will reach for the crown - Disdaining fortune, with brandish'd steel, Smoked with bloody execution, Like valour's minion carved out his passage Till he faced the slave; No handshake, Farewell bade He unseam'd the knave from the nave to the chaps, And fix'd his head upon our battlements.
