The Quell begins,
Culling of the good.
Evil leaching from the strength-
of the pure of heart!
Resist, the urge to fight
as darkness swallows light
Your blood thickens
as your bones erode to nothing.
The blade my weapon,
The instrument of death
with slight of hand and cunning speed
releaving man of breath
quenching my thirst for war
killing man and fellow whore
striking with intent
our bane shall not relent!
Heroes, Watching as fellow men decay… to nothing!
Heroes, Rotten flesh rises from the grave to their demise!
So let them rot…
Traitors earn the feast for wolves, left to decompose: the path they chose.
So let them rot…
A rat deserves the iron praise.
A pound of gold for a pound of flesh-carving with my blade!
So let them rot…
Traitors earn the feast for wolves, left to decompose: the path they chose
- To a shallow grave for heroes!
This marks the end of his bane
gargling teeth and blood,
writhing in pain
As life leaves his shell,
the corpse emits decay
Slain upon his land
his spirit rides again
Heroes, Watching as fellow men decay… to nothing!
Heroes, Rotten flesh rises from the grave...
credits
from Heroes Demise,
released October 8, 2016
Lyrics : K McCormick
Music : Y. He & K McCormick