The Corpse King (Cinematic)

Lyrics

"I am the Lord"
"of all that is Golden"


"Im taking your soul in this one"

let the bells ring
"clear the fog"

theres no neat deaths in the lands between
guts on the gauntlet and chunks of the spleen
aint no wins when I make all the gods bleed
with this dagger that drinks more than the mouths they feed

theres no mercy where the light leads
prayers wont be heard when my black blade eats

"Hotwife of Pi"

the father of Grace on grime
gaining ash on the blade
Im the gold in the sky looking down at the ground and its all bodies and graves
the tarnished bastard blasting cursive curses out in waves
no gates fogged so if youve got soul

.... then come engage

walk through the veil with your blade held high
let me show how a false god learns when a legend dies
but first, if you show up with your sword and shield then you better be real and make steel converse
cos if you come with your guard up first Ill peel through nerves with a blast so bad out the staf that the glint stone burst

listen to the lyrics
of my twin blade spinning
through the skin flay killing
as the been slayed spilling
leaving living skins laid filling
to the brim of sin flames grilling
so dont bring a thin blade kissing
for prince made singing
I want full scale ringing
till the sky starts crippling
and the elden ring blaze burns wicked
and lands blood loss hits
as your health bars dipping
with a quick switch
and this great sword drag through the dirt
flicks then turns this shit in
...
"charge the swing and feed the worms with him"

feed the roots
feed the runes
feed the grave that the dead consume
seal on the silver hurts when lit by a black flame in words
rot the lungs, let your breath curdle
kneel for the weilder, spitfire that came inwards

...
rise if you can...

theres no neat deaths in the lands between
guts on the gauntlet and chunks of the spleen
aint no wins when I make all the gods bleed
with this dagger that drinks more than the mouths they feed

theres no light left at the altar
aint no safe path through the slaughter

Hotwife of Pi
Hotwife of Pi
Hotwife of Pi

theres a low bell toll where the dead men queue
make the bright light bend so it dont come through
boots full of suno souls where victims blood glued
so step through this smoke and the gamell go mute

mute the church of vows with the windows blown
mute a so called king as he loses the throne
hold my line and let the first blow pass and edge kiss the plate as it opens up the clasps twisting flames in my gripll make the sand turn glass so try and write lyrics lit like that and youll see the scripts collapse

this aint a track, this is malenia stalking
its just the spark that set the full sky scorching
cut through cloth and deal a dead man debt as the cold on the bones sets in where the steel went wet as the black blade blows and it dont reset, health bar rotting from a plotting bar hotwife half said

patience in Pi's wrist
death in Pi's timing
every fucking syllable is Pi's flames outlining
ash off the splif while my war arts chosen
steel writes cursive as the throat slits open
black blade hums with a death bound hunger
Pi's a bastard star with the void chained under
...
the corpse king with the keystroke thunder
let the bells ring for em

theres no neat deaths in the lands between
guts on the gauntlet and chunks of the spleen
aint no wins when I make all the gods bleed
with this dagger that drinks more than the mouths they feed

theres no neat deaths in the lands between
guts on the gauntlet and chunks of the spleen
aint no wins when I make all the gods bleed
with this dagger that drinks more than the mouths they feed

Hotwife of Pi
Hotwife of Pi
Hotwife of Pi

Godrick axe is Pi's grafted grammar
dragon breath is Pi's lung lit banner
Marika hammer Hots the golden answer
let the bells strike and the Wifell make the bloodline shatter
...
let the bells strike and the throne room splatters
...
let the bells strike and those grafted hands scatter
...
let the bells strike and the red petals gather
...
let the bells strike




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