Worm Shepherd - The River Ov Knives (Official Video)
WORM SHEPHERD

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Artist: Worm Shepherd
Song: The River Ov Knives
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Album: Ritual Hymns
Release Date: January 14th 2022
Label: Unique Leader Records
Genre: Blackened Deathcore
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Filmed by Urquhart Productions
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THE RIVER OV KNIVES

The wind closed eyes
In lies the tribe's iron hand
Gripping color
Dripping salted water
Without the Sun
We merge our paths
Thy picture birthed only in blight
The horns formed in matching peril
The River carries victims of my lasting betrayal. A ritual forced upon me.
Hymns carried
Answered with silence, begetting an unparalleled emptiness. Was he ever here... or is the winter’s howl emerging from the opposite direction?
Where could the remnants of the shattered aether be scattered
Is my blood tied to these wilted scriptures?
There screams no sound louder than nothingness
The wind closed eyes
In lies the tribe's iron hand
Gripping color
Dripping salted water
Without the Sun
We merge our paths
Thy picture birthed only in blight
The horns formed in matching peril
The River carries victims of my lasting betrayal. A ritual forced upon me.
Hymns carried
Answered with silence, begetting an unparalleled emptiness. Was he ever here... or is the winter’s howl emerging from thee?
Answered with silence, begetting an unparalleled emptiness. Was he ever here... or is the winter’s howl emerging from the opposite direction?
Impending uprising fulfilled when I discovered death's dry hand.
Stepping out into the snow the chill caresses my hair. Following the voice to encounter thy embrace.
An offering of flesh
A sacrifice of memories
Plunge the ashen blade through the chest of my origin. Tear tendons to reach the vessel
Surgical discovery of the ancient ones
To the glyphs I raise my hand
Plunge the ashen blade through the chest of my origin.
Hooded father I cry upon the altar
I repeat your message in circles