Wartorn

These are the debit souls. Force fed notions of nation and bearing rags of sovereigns yet to fall. They play servant to lines in the sane. They are the shrapnel embedded in the womb of history and of all time to come. Wartorn is the unborn, the undea

Angel Corpse Miscellaneous Wartorn [Music Helmkamp/Palubicki; Lyrics Helmkamp] Corvus corax descending Through ashes smoke and pain Stark sepia sigil of strength The revealing stench of victory Lycanthropic ripping death A baptism in annihilation Dri