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.
Created in your design, forsaken to ease your pride.
Load it up, fill the chamber while my head is spinning.
I built a castle to hide away from everything that cut so deep.
The cold folds of ego eat glitter and moon.
From a radiant past into a desolate present.
Seething dysphoria leaking out of my skin.
They want you dumb, scared and cornered.
We’ll take what is deserved.