Swordmaiden Lyrics
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Album | Dark Arms Reach Skyward with Bone White Fingers(2021) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Genres | Technical Death Metal, Deathgrind |
Labels | Independent |
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8. Swordmaiden (2:27)
This, my sanguinary rapture
Dragged to the sky to rain down as blood
The heart of Gaia is bedevilled
With a slow decay
Her porous flesh seeps
With a new strain of filth and dreg
A breed of vermin with a craving to eradicate
The subjugated without compunction
Blood and fire bathing the earth entire
Rape and murder; foundations of our empire
Burn it down
A yonic anointing
Of the sword to carve my name
Into the flesh of the myriad
Fascists, sophists, chauvinists
Traitors, beraters, grovellers
Centrists, skeptics
Advocates of devils?
See how they reward your service
Let heads of monarchs
Crown our parapets
Let tongues of sophists
Fall from arrogance aground
They'll find you dead
Slumped in the cul-de-sac
Your severed head sat in your lap
With offal dripping
Out from your front
And lower back
I drag my blade
From trachea to glans
Perineum to splenius capitis
Flesh giveth way
As tides to the prophet's hands
Let entrails rain from the precipice
Restoring balance
Through fleshcraft and bloodshed
Justice from stasis
Corruption to carnage
Defenestrate the carcasses
Excoriate the artifice
A splatter on the asphalt proclaimeth
"My work is done"
Dragged to the sky to rain down as blood
The heart of Gaia is bedevilled
With a slow decay
Her porous flesh seeps
With a new strain of filth and dreg
A breed of vermin with a craving to eradicate
The subjugated without compunction
Blood and fire bathing the earth entire
Rape and murder; foundations of our empire
Burn it down
A yonic anointing
Of the sword to carve my name
Into the flesh of the myriad
Fascists, sophists, chauvinists
Traitors, beraters, grovellers
Centrists, skeptics
Advocates of devils?
See how they reward your service
Let heads of monarchs
Crown our parapets
Let tongues of sophists
Fall from arrogance aground
They'll find you dead
Slumped in the cul-de-sac
Your severed head sat in your lap
With offal dripping
Out from your front
And lower back
I drag my blade
From trachea to glans
Perineum to splenius capitis
Flesh giveth way
As tides to the prophet's hands
Let entrails rain from the precipice
Restoring balance
Through fleshcraft and bloodshed
Justice from stasis
Corruption to carnage
Defenestrate the carcasses
Excoriate the artifice
A splatter on the asphalt proclaimeth
"My work is done"
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Dark Arms Reach Skyward with Bone White Fingers - Lyrics
Dark Arms Reach Skyward with Bone White Fingers - Album Credits
Members
- April Hutchins : Everything
Additional musicians
- Jason Evans : Vocals (track 2)
- d.are : Vocals (track 4)
- Duncan Bentley : Vocals (track 13)
- Nohan Baffir Fleurant : Spoken Word (track 9)
- Ghost Jensen : Spoken Word (track 9)
Other staff
- April Hutchins : Producer, Recording Engineer
- Jill Colbert : Artwork