
The Conqueror Wyrm Lyrics
- Genre:Metal
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
It writhes
Angels view the morbid play
Mimes in form divine
Nothing but grotesque puppets
Unaware to, the hand of fate
A blood red being, tinted crimson
The bearer of the palms of fate
A macabre passage, a grim telling
The high ones now know death overtakes
A worm, a grim, foretelling
A place, no one, is safe
Out, went, all the lights
The mighty, said bye, to life
Writhing, mighty, conquer
That which, nothing, is like
The tragedy, of man's the play
And it's, hero, the Wyrm
Conquer
Divine
It writhes
The worm