Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eternally Oblivion, artist - Lorna Shore. Album song Psalms, in the genre Date of issue: 08.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Density, Workhorse
Song language: English
Eternally Oblivion |
| Eternally oblivion |
| Reign in the manifestation of our hatred |
| Gaze within the eyes of horror |
| Eternally oblivion |
| The trenches over flow as our people lay to waste the earth quenches her thirst |
| With the crimson flow a familiar metallic taste armed with my brothers we’ve |
| Stayed loyal to our hatred |
| At the end of dawn we will make our stand and guide our blades |
| Through their hearts |
| Guiding each cut like the hands of a surgeon |
| Plunging our steel straight through their hearts |
| Guiding each cut like the hands of a surgeon |
| Plunging our steel straight through their hearts |
| We come to you all mighty oracle |
| May the gods grant favor to their chosen ones |
| Plunging our steel straight through their hearts |
| May the gods grant favor to their chosen ones |
| We fight with heart |
| My only will is to fight for the kingdom |
| Bleeding dry those who oppose |
| Dismembered limbs left for the crows |
| They’ve come to take our lives |
| But it seems they have forgotten we have come |
| In the name of violence |
| Armed from birth with a heart of stone we will die defending the throne |
| Die defending our throne |
| Though our foes numbers never seem to end |
| With thine sword and shield ill keep fighting til the bitter end |
| May the bones of my enemies blanket the land |
| For the crows to feast |
| May the name of our people bring fear to any man god or beast |
| Though the enemies numbers never seem to end |
| Armed from birth with a heart of stone we will die defending the throne |
| May the bones of our oppressors blanket the earth |
| Blanket the earth |
| Eternally oblivion |
| Reign in the manifestation of our hatred |
| Gaze within the eyes of horror |
| At the end of dawn we will make our stand and guide our blades through their |
| throats |
| Guide our fucking blades |
| Though the enemies numbers never seem to end |
| With thine sword and shield ill keep fighting til the bitter end |
| May the name of our people bring fear to any man god or beast |
| May the bones of our oppressors blanket the earth |
| It’s a massacre no one will remain |
| All their lives will end in vein |
| Unforgiving mortality |
| Denied future |
| Feed the gods our lives to feast |