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owned by GW. link to spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/17nfF... Verse I Across the corpse-strewn mountain pass Where bones like broken banners mass A shadow drags a rusted cleaver Flesh-god’s chosen gore retriever A butcher cast from tribe and kin For feasting where the dead had been The Maw still whispers through the night “Bring me slaughter… bring me bite.” Guts hang thick upon his chain Steam of blood and iron rain The gnoblars crawl behind their master Skrag — the coming gore disaster Pre-Chorus Hear the cauldrons crack and boil Meat and marrow, blood and spoil When the hungry god calls out All the mountains hear his shout Chorus GORE HARVESTER! Cleaver rising, bones will splinter GORE HARVESTER! Mountains drown in crimson winter GORE HARVESTER! Feast of flesh for Maw’s devourer Skrag the Slaughter — THE GORE HARVESTER! Verse II Battlefields become his farm Where death still twitches, wet and warm He hacks the fallen limb from limb A butcher’s hymn, grotesque and grim His cauldron sloshes thick with screams Fat and marrow, boiled in dreams The gnoblars scrape the corpses faster Feed the Maw’s eternal master Skulls like fruit beneath his tread Iron teeth and rivers red The Maw’s dark hunger grows much vaster With every swing of the Gore Harvester Pre-Chorus Hear the marrow thunder crack None who see him make it back When the Maw demands its due He will carve the world in two Chorus GORE HARVESTER! Cleaver rising, bones will splinter GORE HARVESTER! Mountains drown in crimson winter GORE HARVESTER! Feast of flesh for Maw’s devourer Skrag the Slaughter — THE GORE HARVESTER! Bridge Chains of entrails drag the stone A butcher king upon a throne The Maw below begins to quake Each corpse another feast to make No mercy in the butcher’s eye Only hunger screaming: “DIE!” Final Chorus GORE HARVESTER! Cleaver howling through the slaughter GORE HARVESTER! Blood runs thick like boiling water GORE HARVESTER! All the world becomes his larder Skrag the Slaughter — THE MAW’S GORE HARVESTER!