A call for death careens through the heavens.
Internal combustion, eternal destruction.
Fuelled by blood, pumped to the core.
Powered by the magic, by the magic of war.
The highest of highs will make your mother cry.
The dark lord has spoken and you know you must die.
The sleight of the hand, the pull of the trigger.
Cut it half by the vultures and the hawkers.
Engulfed in flames, breathe out your last breath.
The curtains unfurl, the blood and the death.
Bolts of lightning crack from it's wings.
The sky lights up as the Spitfire sings.
Fueled by blood, pumped to the core.
Powered by the magic, by the magic of war.
War.
supported by 14 fans who also own “The Merlin Engine”
never been a big death metal fan but this is actually super accessible for the genre, has fun concepts, and personally i'm always a fan of albums with short tracklists and huge runtimes (for individual songs) Great time, good jumping on point for newbies too. alienasu