EP REVIEW: Worm Shepherd – Dawn of the Iconoclast
Let the land take what is lost and the whispers fade into the void.
Let the land take what is lost and the whispers fade into the void.
Seething dysphoria leaking out of my skin.
A pilgrimage to the end of the world.
A touch like a blade to the skin.
A lifetime spent naive to the malice of pure greed.
Loathe thy cerebral prison.
I can still taste the thunder in your soul.
Won’t stop till I have six whole feet to lie in.
“The bulb that burns the brightest be the flame that governs life.”