In the arena
Volunteers must be slain
As a prerequisite
When an opponent has fallen
The raven receives the spoils
What do you crave
Is it the endless consumption
Or the sensory lust
The blood drips from your mouth
Don't let a drop of it go to waste
Your primal urge
Shown in a horrid display
Soulless victors join our ranks
Pledging their life serving my blade
Left with a husk the collector discards
When your death comes to greet you with open arms
Embrace the call
Worship your carrion lord
Myiasis
Covers the carcasses piled in the pit
Rotting down to the bone
Soulless victors show their strength
Loss of the light, Darkened to gray
Warlocks, Crusaders and Alchemists
Lurk in the sands
They died for our carrion lords
Your reward
The wraith descends from its mountainous lair
Eager to devour through cerulean fire
Devotion to the crow, leads their souls to retire from their bodies
Left pale skinned owning one desire
Servitude through war
We share in the in the reaping of this dark continent
Viciously consuming flesh and souls for the first time in centuries
Know our names
Idoric, Yzanthu
Commonly exchanged with Death when our mark appears once more
Death of the soul
Death of materialized form
Harvested with gluttony and lust
A fusion of memories the Obelisk makes
Relinquished as a product of our purpose
We all have our masters
Control is a godly virtue, one that you all possess
Inherently
Illuminance
Arrogance blended with bliss
Shrouding the truth of what is and could be
Soulless lurkers flood the gates
Ravenous hordes, they feast on our war
Glory is found, honor is earned
And legends are made by the ones who offer all to me
Know these five words
Bow to your carrion lord
Ophidian Memory - Carrion Lord Lyrics
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In the arena
Volunteers must be slain
As a prerequisite
When an opponent has fallen
The raven receives the spoils
What do you crave
Is it the endless consumption
Or the sensory lust
The blood drips from your mouth
Don't let a drop of it go to waste
Your primal urge
Shown in a horrid display
Soulless victors join our ranks
Pledging their life serving my blade
Left with a husk the collector discards
When your death comes to greet you with open arms
Embrace the call
Worship your carrion lord
Myiasis
Covers the carcasses piled in the pit
Rotting down to the bone
Soulless victors show their strength
Loss of the light, Darkened to gray
Warlocks, Crusaders and Alchemists
Lurk in the sands
They died for our carrion lords
Your reward
The wraith descends from its mountainous lair
Eager to devour through cerulean fire
Devotion to the crow, leads their souls to retire from their bodies
Left pale skinned owning one desire
Servitude through war
We share in the in the reaping of this dark continent
Viciously consuming flesh and souls for the first time in centuries
Know our names
Idoric, Yzanthu
Commonly exchanged with Death when our mark appears once more
Death of the soul
Death of materialized form
Harvested with gluttony and lust
A fusion of memories the Obelisk makes
Relinquished as a product of our purpose
We all have our masters
Control is a godly virtue, one that you all possess
Inherently
Illuminance
Arrogance blended with bliss
Shrouding the truth of what is and could be
Soulless lurkers flood the gates
Ravenous hordes, they feast on our war
Glory is found, honor is earned
And legends are made by the ones who offer all to me
Know these five words
Bow to your carrion lord
Volunteers must be slain
As a prerequisite
When an opponent has fallen
The raven receives the spoils
What do you crave
Is it the endless consumption
Or the sensory lust
The blood drips from your mouth
Don't let a drop of it go to waste
Your primal urge
Shown in a horrid display
Soulless victors join our ranks
Pledging their life serving my blade
Left with a husk the collector discards
When your death comes to greet you with open arms
Embrace the call
Worship your carrion lord
Myiasis
Covers the carcasses piled in the pit
Rotting down to the bone
Soulless victors show their strength
Loss of the light, Darkened to gray
Warlocks, Crusaders and Alchemists
Lurk in the sands
They died for our carrion lords
Your reward
The wraith descends from its mountainous lair
Eager to devour through cerulean fire
Devotion to the crow, leads their souls to retire from their bodies
Left pale skinned owning one desire
Servitude through war
We share in the in the reaping of this dark continent
Viciously consuming flesh and souls for the first time in centuries
Know our names
Idoric, Yzanthu
Commonly exchanged with Death when our mark appears once more
Death of the soul
Death of materialized form
Harvested with gluttony and lust
A fusion of memories the Obelisk makes
Relinquished as a product of our purpose
We all have our masters
Control is a godly virtue, one that you all possess
Inherently
Illuminance
Arrogance blended with bliss
Shrouding the truth of what is and could be
Soulless lurkers flood the gates
Ravenous hordes, they feast on our war
Glory is found, honor is earned
And legends are made by the ones who offer all to me
Know these five words
Bow to your carrion lord
Writer: Blake Lamoureux
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid