"Dread Reaver" lyrics

"Dread Reaver"

Deny sunlight perches on a winter soul of ice
Brightness withers us, 'neath Stygian cowl our brethren thrive
Gnawing ache of famished shadows
Cadavers limp, creak from gallows
On a corpse-road lined with makeshift scaffolds
Lethal wake of hungry kobolds

Dread reaver cannot aught but rip
Compel momentum from the pit
Dread reaver cannot aught but whip
Chain from mail and leer from lip

We leave a trail of weeping beggars
Orphaned brood and grieving widows
Gladius of Gehenna fill the foul arena
Cleave for all eternity, thigh-deep in viscera

Dread reaver cannot aught but rip
Compel momentum from the pit
Dread reaver cannot aught but spit
In face of death and yawn of pit

Dread reaver
Dread reaver

Commit thy soul to pyre and brimstone
With battle-lust compact in every bone
Upon sulphuric sand you stand
Hell's grim champion, raptor of no man's land
Challenge fate, let fury reign supreme
Unite in blood — scum, the violent stream

Dread reaver cannot aught but rip
Compel momentum from the pit
Dread reaver cannot aught but strip
Cuirass from breast and steel from grip
Dread reaver cannot aught but sip
The gore his animus thrills to drip!

Dread reaver


Writer(s): Olve Eikemo, Simon Dancaster
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