Songtexte Orc March - Chelsea Grin

Here we repel the enchanted dead
Defend this realm, it's far greater than a nation's will
Are you ready to stand and kill?
We alone must hold the line
Stand, fight with sword and malice
This will be the power over negative
This will be a legacy in which they will sing
This will be the end of everything

Slice, crush, grind all, end, cease, break bones
Rend the horrid walking dead, rend the horrid walking dead
Oracles foretold this, the lamb's blood was curdled
A crow's feather dipped in the ink of pain

The firstborn was offered to the gods of war
Then painted over bodies of Babylon whores
The prick of your finger, the poison shall linger
Then offer your good eye to the woes of Cain

I don't wanna be here
All this violence makes me grow colder
I was only slipping away with no room left to pray
Blood magic, death of me
Death of me
Blood magic, death of me
Death of me

Slice, crush, grind all, end, cease, break bones
Rend the horrid walking dead, rend the horrid walking dead
Oracles foretold this, the lamb's blood was curdled
A crow's feather dipped in the ink of pain

The firstborn was offered to the gods of war
Then painted over bodies of Babylon whores
The prick of your finger, the poison shall linger
Then offer your good eye to the woes of Cain

Woes of Cain
Woes of Cain

Woes of Cain

Reborn
I am reborn
Lathed in the blood of my enemies slain
Willful submission to the woes of Cain
Conqueror of kings of my legacy, they will sing
As I carve my way through history
Infinite legacy
Blood magic, death of me