Cult Of Luna I The Weapon Lyrics
I: The Weapon by Cult Of Luna
This is the final moments of our last days
Release and cease, beating yourself into submission
With poisoned blood, the demon speaks
See how the wolves devour the weak
They will not inherit
Eyes closed but forced open. Bodies shaken awake
Inhale and cease, beating yourself into submission
No one holds us accounted
Release and cease, beating yourself into submission
With poisoned blood, the demon speaks
See how the wolves devour the weak
They will not inherit
Eyes closed but forced open. Bodies shaken awake
Inhale and cease, beating yourself into submission
No one holds us accounted