Devour the Weak Lyrics

Night swallows sound, breath turns brittle

The ground splits, shallow graves waiting

This is not a choice-it's the law of blood

Thirty born beneath the ice; one will walk the spring

Shells crack like promises-the weak won't mean a thing

A jawline sweeps, a claw descends, tendons pulled apart

This nest's no cradle-it's a tomb where killers learn their art

Slick with gore, the air stands still

Each shriek dies fast, its echo kills

Eyes lock on movement, kin turned prey

Devour the slow before the sun gives way

Tear the yolk-stained flesh apart

Silence their cry before it starts

Blood's not thicker than the cold-it leaks, it stains, it takes its toll

Devour the weak

Their breath is a sin

The strong don't inherit

They tear it from kin

Consume their marrow

Rip apart their sleep

Survival's no birthright

It's the feast of the weak

Bite marks carve maps in ribs

Where hunger writes its hieroglyphs

No lineage here-just open veins

A history erased where strength remains

Hollow out the spine snap

Strip the tendons clean tear

Crack the skull in line feast

What was theirs is now unseen

Blood pools in ice-caked streams

Feeding frost and primal schemes

This is not revenge or rage

It's survival's calculated stage

Devour the weak

Their breath is a sin

The strong don't inherit

They tear it from kin

Consume their marrow

Rip apart their sleep

Survival's no birthright

It's the feast of the weak

Breathless ground, the frost drinks deep

Each broken shell whispers defeat

This is how the bloodline thrives

By silencing every weaker life

Consume survive repeat