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Artist: Worm Shepherd Song: He Who Breathes Fire Album: Hunger (In stores November 15th) BUY/STREAM - orcd.co/wormshepherdhunger _____________________________________________ Label: Unique Leader Records Genre: Blackened Deathcore _____________________________________________ Video by: Scott Rudd Purchase the album and merchandise N. America: https://www.indiemerch.com/uniqueleader Europe: https://www.impericon.com/en/unique-l... On Bandcamp: https://uniqueleaderrecords.bandcamp.... https://uniqueleader.com/ ____________________________________________ He Who Breathes Fire Born of fire, I will exist in every disregarded corner of this realm. As my path opens I fear for the man who stands to oppose me in the long foretold, ever forgotten dead of the night I wander this realm cursed by memory, reborn to mourn blood and Hell beneath. Welded together in flame false eternity. Blessed to arise, with a final chance to scorch thy temple and return to everything. Bathing in flames to remember the ire wielding this lance with awakened desire to shower this temple with sparks and drench them in smoke I can taste it now. The repeating cinema of frantic sheep sprinting aimlessly within the pyre. I wander this realm cursed by memory, reborn to mourn blood and Hell beneath. Welded together in flame false eternity. Blessed to arise, with a final chance to scorch thy temple and return to everything My blood shall be restored in the vessel of the 5 realms. I cannot die, I will outlast them all. I exist where the winds cannot travel. I can taste it now. With the heads of kings strung on my back, the scorpions sing to thee Forth into black from the winterine hand of that soulless dog, a leader of wolves, banishing hundreds to their frigid tomb. Death's cold hand Death's cold hand born of a frozen star. I wander this realm cursed by memory, reborn to mourn blood and Hell beneath. Welded together in flame false eternity. Blessed to arise, with a final chance to scorch thy temple and return to everything My blood shall be restored in the vessel of the 5 realms. I cannot die, I will outlast them all. I have writhed in flame since the day you were taken Oh plight Oh fire I will not rest until I see you again. To trudge across this land, with their ashes on my back, is to live only to bring you back. I will not rest until you are restored.