All stand beneath his tongue
What has this world become
Jet black eyes line the mists of the bog
Feel ur skins too tight u should f*cking rip it off
Bathed in pale moonlight stand the force employed to cull
And In the flare of mage light u can see their slack jaws
Bleed the crown a stuck pig
The scream is turned to bird song
Paint the fleets face
With the blood of raid rot
Everything is torched upon completion of the job
Even in the midst of war i hear them laugh and make love
Pikes of kings guard
Atop a desecrated throne
They say the royals will bleed blue
But here im covered in its rose
I punch out fragments of his bones
I dug so deep I touched his soul
Drag him to the boat
Burn his carcass in our cove
Feed his pieces to the wolves
Yah I need to see him ripped
They tear his trachea out his throat
All those teeth had got a grip
Ill be damned
Spread this plague through out these sands
Break down everything by hand
They dont get the f*cking depth
Of what will happen when we land
Jet black eyes line the mists of the bog
Feel ur skins too tight u should f*cking rip it off
Bathed in pale moonlight stand the force employed to cull
And In the flare of mage light u can see their slack jaws
Bleed the crown a stuck pig
The scream is turned to bird song
Paint the fleets face
With the blood of raid rot
Everything is torched upon completion of the job
Even in the midst of war i hear them laugh and make love
All stand beneath his tongue
What has this world become
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All stand beneath his tongue
What has this world become
Jet black eyes line the mists of the bog
Feel ur skins too tight u should f*cking rip it off
Bathed in pale moonlight stand the force employed to cull
And In the flare of mage light u can see their slack jaws
Bleed the crown a stuck pig
The scream is turned to bird song
Paint the fleets face
With the blood of raid rot
Everything is torched upon completion of the job
Even in the midst of war i hear them laugh and make love
Pikes of kings guard
Atop a desecrated throne
They say the royals will bleed blue
But here im covered in its rose
I punch out fragments of his bones
I dug so deep I touched his soul
Drag him to the boat
Burn his carcass in our cove
Feed his pieces to the wolves
Yah I need to see him ripped
They tear his trachea out his throat
All those teeth had got a grip
Ill be damned
Spread this plague through out these sands
Break down everything by hand
They dont get the f*cking depth
Of what will happen when we land
Jet black eyes line the mists of the bog
Feel ur skins too tight u should f*cking rip it off
Bathed in pale moonlight stand the force employed to cull
And In the flare of mage light u can see their slack jaws
Bleed the crown a stuck pig
The scream is turned to bird song
Paint the fleets face
With the blood of raid rot
Everything is torched upon completion of the job
Even in the midst of war i hear them laugh and make love
All stand beneath his tongue
What has this world become
What has this world become
Jet black eyes line the mists of the bog
Feel ur skins too tight u should f*cking rip it off
Bathed in pale moonlight stand the force employed to cull
And In the flare of mage light u can see their slack jaws
Bleed the crown a stuck pig
The scream is turned to bird song
Paint the fleets face
With the blood of raid rot
Everything is torched upon completion of the job
Even in the midst of war i hear them laugh and make love
Pikes of kings guard
Atop a desecrated throne
They say the royals will bleed blue
But here im covered in its rose
I punch out fragments of his bones
I dug so deep I touched his soul
Drag him to the boat
Burn his carcass in our cove
Feed his pieces to the wolves
Yah I need to see him ripped
They tear his trachea out his throat
All those teeth had got a grip
Ill be damned
Spread this plague through out these sands
Break down everything by hand
They dont get the f*cking depth
Of what will happen when we land
Jet black eyes line the mists of the bog
Feel ur skins too tight u should f*cking rip it off
Bathed in pale moonlight stand the force employed to cull
And In the flare of mage light u can see their slack jaws
Bleed the crown a stuck pig
The scream is turned to bird song
Paint the fleets face
With the blood of raid rot
Everything is torched upon completion of the job
Even in the midst of war i hear them laugh and make love
All stand beneath his tongue
What has this world become
Writer: Miles Lenehan
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Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC