One Of The Swarm
๐ต 998 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:29 duration
๐ ID: 9306529
๐ Lyrics
The scent of oh purest carnage familiar to these hills
My father hath traversed these lands decades before
My birth, a century doth pass by
The veins of the earth entrenched with the millions of dead
So few have my eyes seen in passing of glory
The aesthetics of death painted upon the canvas
So bewildering a scene
All sensations seared
All of my compassions numbed
My humanity wrenched from behind my lungs
The lusts of my bayonet, in crimson display
Have spilled upon these hands
From beneath my helmet do I glare back in sickening
Approval of the malice we have sewn
My mind sentiment of no reason
My face caressed by this foreign wind
A pulmonary incantation writhes beneath these ribs
Crying in blood drunk verse and beguiling like my conscious thought
Of descending mortar fire
Illuminates this blackest existence
A serenity wreathed in flame
The skies were beautiful as they burned
The dead roll over in their graves
Above the mortars, my ears discern
My father screaming in his grave
My father hath traversed these lands decades before
My birth, a century doth pass by
The veins of the earth entrenched with the millions of dead
So few have my eyes seen in passing of glory
The aesthetics of death painted upon the canvas
So bewildering a scene
All sensations seared
All of my compassions numbed
My humanity wrenched from behind my lungs
The lusts of my bayonet, in crimson display
Have spilled upon these hands
From beneath my helmet do I glare back in sickening
Approval of the malice we have sewn
My mind sentiment of no reason
My face caressed by this foreign wind
A pulmonary incantation writhes beneath these ribs
Crying in blood drunk verse and beguiling like my conscious thought
Of descending mortar fire
Illuminates this blackest existence
A serenity wreathed in flame
The skies were beautiful as they burned
The dead roll over in their graves
Above the mortars, my ears discern
My father screaming in his grave
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:03.85] The scent of oh purest carnage familiar to these hills
[00:08.34] My father hath traversed these lands decades before
[00:11.90] My birth, a century doth pass by
[00:14.49] The veins of the earth entrenched with the millions of dead
[00:29.72] So few have my eyes seen in passing of glory
[00:33.48] The aesthetics of death painted upon the canvas
[00:38.05] So bewildering a scene
[00:48.72] All sensations seared
[00:52.11] All of my compassions numbed
[00:55.92] My humanity wrenched from behind my lungs
[01:17.19] The lusts of my bayonet, in crimson display
[01:21.97] Have spilled upon these hands
[01:23.85] From beneath my helmet do I glare back in sickening
[01:28.54] Approval of the malice we have sewn
[01:34.47]
[01:58.31] My mind sentiment of no reason
[02:03.45] My face caressed by this foreign wind
[02:07.40] A pulmonary incantation writhes beneath these ribs
[02:15.08] Crying in blood drunk verse and beguiling like my conscious thought
[02:24.86] Of descending mortar fire
[02:32.08] Illuminates this blackest existence
[02:36.74] A serenity wreathed in flame
[02:45.16]
[03:00.38] The skies were beautiful as they burned
[03:04.22] The dead roll over in their graves
[03:08.35] Above the mortars, my ears discern
[03:12.47] My father screaming in his grave
[03:20.01]
[00:08.34] My father hath traversed these lands decades before
[00:11.90] My birth, a century doth pass by
[00:14.49] The veins of the earth entrenched with the millions of dead
[00:29.72] So few have my eyes seen in passing of glory
[00:33.48] The aesthetics of death painted upon the canvas
[00:38.05] So bewildering a scene
[00:48.72] All sensations seared
[00:52.11] All of my compassions numbed
[00:55.92] My humanity wrenched from behind my lungs
[01:17.19] The lusts of my bayonet, in crimson display
[01:21.97] Have spilled upon these hands
[01:23.85] From beneath my helmet do I glare back in sickening
[01:28.54] Approval of the malice we have sewn
[01:34.47]
[01:58.31] My mind sentiment of no reason
[02:03.45] My face caressed by this foreign wind
[02:07.40] A pulmonary incantation writhes beneath these ribs
[02:15.08] Crying in blood drunk verse and beguiling like my conscious thought
[02:24.86] Of descending mortar fire
[02:32.08] Illuminates this blackest existence
[02:36.74] A serenity wreathed in flame
[02:45.16]
[03:00.38] The skies were beautiful as they burned
[03:04.22] The dead roll over in their graves
[03:08.35] Above the mortars, my ears discern
[03:12.47] My father screaming in his grave
[03:20.01]