Headcult Lyrics
Trophy of war, the waste of afterlife, Death is the law, look into staring eyes
The hymn of the crow resounds in the bloody skies
Faces would I saw, grow dump by the axy by my side
The power of ravishment , the massacre before my eyes
On my shoulder the begging crows, feasting on my sacrifice
Cut off the worn out heads, rituals in the blooded light
The trophy hold up high, welcome from the gold like skies
Madness the adour to kill, The shadows would I feel
Blinding blades of war The trophy hold up high, thunder and lightning roar
They fall into grace, begging about their honour in life
In fear the staring face, cut their head in ear-deafening cries
I tear the last veins, break ones neck and turn around
Skies send thundering blaze, sculls burst out, blood runs out in scabbing sounds
We're riding along the river, in the twilight of the gods Frozen rain is falling
The cries of the ravens call sacrifice
Trophy of war, Death is law, Hymns of the crow, Look into staring eyes, remember in faces would I saw
The power of ravishment , the massacre before my eyes
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On my shoulder the begging crows, feasting on my sacrifice
Cut off the worn out heads, rituals in the blooded light, The trophy hold up high, welcome from the gold like skies
They fall into grace, begging about their honour in life In fear the staring face, cut their head in ear-deafening cries
I tear the last veins, break ones neck and turn around Skies send thundering blaze, sculls burst out, blood runs out in scabbing sounds
We're riding along the river, in the twilight of the gods, Frozen rain is falling, the cries of the ravens call sacrifice
