Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drone Corpse Aviator, artist - Archspire. Date of issue: 28.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Drone Corpse Aviator |
| We have seen our enemy |
| In the retina on the hill we’re made of |
| Peering through the many tortured minds of the imprisoned and the |
| Grim actions befallen unto them |
| We often become blinded |
| By the sheer eye wrenching |
| Defacing of the humans we look into |
| We have viewed remotely |
| Into the homes of every |
| Sycophantic birthing unit |
| They are regretless |
| And exempt of conscience |
| Performing tormenting |
| Repulsive procedures |
| Bereft of emotion |
| On all that remains of our youth |
| That sank from pride to dysentery |
| In the wake of the parasitic |
| Serpent hatching |
| With their hypnotic immunity |
| Execute the vile deed |
| Watch as they feed them |
| Hair skin teeth and cartilage |
| Digging deeper |
| Now we view the buried dead |
| We shall crawl |
| Into the marrow of their corpses |
| Make them fly and navigate them |
| With our weave of blackened liquid |
| We will wake the resting rotted |
| We will clear and light the path |
| Of all that have arrived before us |
| Through the sirens of the drifted |
| Vacant dreaming and awaiting |
| That lay dormant in the earth |
| Drone Corpse Aviator |
| Drone Corpse Aviator |
| Drone Corpse Aviator |
| Drone Corpse Aviator |
| Within our weave |
| We hold a well of black liquid |
| And with it we will wake the rotted |
| From their resting fields |
| With our path now lit we can travel |
| To the aftermath of our captors entrance |
| Through the sirens of the drifted |
| That lay dreaming under the earth |
| Drone Corpse Aviator |
| We shall crawl |
| Into the marrow of their corpses |
| Make them fly and navigate them |
| They will move and yell and fight again |
| But not from breathing |
| Not alive but ridden from their burrow |
| They will return |
| Taking to the air in droves of gliding carrion |
| Piloting the many flying |
| With the pull of tar in marrow |
| They will move and yell and fight again |
| But not from breathing |
| Not alive but ridden from the burrow |
| They will return |
| Lifted out of every monument |
| They put up in their honour |
| All the dead they buried |
| Now propelling in our flying pattern |
| They will move and yell and fight again |
| But not from breathing |
| Not alive but ridden from their burrow |
| They will return |
| Taking to the air in droves of gliding carrion |
| Piloting the many flying with the pull of tar in marrow |
| Shifting in formations |
| That are unknown to humans |
| We’re blacking out the air |
| With decomposing gliders |
| We shall crawl |
| Into the marrow of their corpses |
| Make them fly and navigate them |