GRAVES OF VALOR - "Bridles of Incitatus" taken from the album 'Salarian Gate' - available now on via Relapse Records.http://www.myspace.com/gravesofvalor
Producer/Director: Garrett Williams
http://www.Relapse.com
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Lyrics:
I want to watch them all die
Lay upon the ground and make me your idol
so Resurrect me
I have become a god
I am your conquering messiah
I am your dogsof war
With ropes wrapped around her ankles
Incitatus will begin his march
With bloods mist frozen on the skull
Horned god of pity can retrieve the corpses
So resurrect me
I have become a god
I am your conquering messiah
I am your dogs of war
With ropes wrapped around her ankles
Incitatus willbegin his march
This is what it feels like
To live to be a god
Anchor the wooden cross
Trampled by blood and power
Sister let the Christians sort out their hierarchy and slaves
Oh, I grow them for their bones
I am bored with this Parade of flesh
Time to choose a king
My pleasures rely on a slow death
Eyes open for a proud warrior
I have seen my end
This bloods mist Frozen on the skull
I have seen an end
Infant holocaust
I have seen the end
Crowned in bones
This is what it feels like to die a god
Producer/Director: Garrett Williams
http://www.Relapse.com
http://www.MySpace.com/RelapseRecords
Lyrics:
I want to watch them all die
Lay upon the ground and make me your idol
so Resurrect me
I have become a god
I am your conquering messiah
I am your dogsof war
With ropes wrapped around her ankles
Incitatus will begin his march
With bloods mist frozen on the skull
Horned god of pity can retrieve the corpses
So resurrect me
I have become a god
I am your conquering messiah
I am your dogs of war
With ropes wrapped around her ankles
Incitatus willbegin his march
This is what it feels like
To live to be a god
Anchor the wooden cross
Trampled by blood and power
Sister let the Christians sort out their hierarchy and slaves
Oh, I grow them for their bones
I am bored with this Parade of flesh
Time to choose a king
My pleasures rely on a slow death
Eyes open for a proud warrior
I have seen my end
This bloods mist Frozen on the skull
I have seen an end
Infant holocaust
I have seen the end
Crowned in bones
This is what it feels like to die a god
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