The Corpse King (Cinematic)

"I am the Lord" "of all that is Golden" "Im taking your soul in this one" let the bells ring "clear the fog" theres no neat deaths in the lands between guts on the gauntlet and chunks of the spleen aint no wins when I make all the gods bleed with this dagger that drinks more than the mouths they feed theres no mercy where the light leads prayers wont be heard when my black blade eats "Hotwife of Pi" the father of Grace on grime gaining ash on the blade Im the gold in the sky looking down at the ground and its all bodies and graves the tarnished bastard blasting cursive curses out in waves no gates fogged so if youve got soul .... then come engage walk through the veil with your blade held high let me show how a false god learns when a legend dies but first, if you show up with your sword and shield then you better be real and make steel converse cos if you come with your guard up first Ill peel through nerves with a blast so bad out the staf that the glint stone burst listen to the lyrics of my twin blade spinning through the skin flay killing as the been slayed spilling leaving living skins laid filling to the brim of sin flames grilling so dont bring a thin blade kissing for prince made singing I want full scale ringing till the sky starts crippling and the elden ring blaze burns wicked and lands blood loss hits as your health bars dipping with a quick switch and this great sword drag through the dirt flicks then turns this shit in ... "charge the swing and feed the worms with him" feed the roots feed the runes feed the grave that the dead consume seal on the silver hurts when lit by a black flame in words rot the lungs, let your breath curdle kneel for the weilder, spitfire that came inwards ... rise if you can... theres no neat deaths in the lands between guts on the gauntlet and chunks of the spleen aint no wins when I make all the gods bleed with this dagger that drinks more than the mouths they feed theres no light left at the altar aint no safe path through the slaughter Hotwife of Pi Hotwife of Pi Hotwife of Pi theres a low bell toll where the dead men queue make the bright light bend so it dont come through boots full of suno souls where victims blood glued so step through this smoke and the gamell go mute mute the church of vows with the windows blown mute a so called king as he loses the throne hold my line and let the first blow pass and edge kiss the plate as it opens up the clasps twisting flames in my gripll make the sand turn glass so try and write lyrics lit like that and youll see the scripts collapse this aint a track, this is malenia stalking its just the spark that set the full sky scorching cut through cloth and deal a dead man debt as the cold on the bones sets in where the steel went wet as the black blade blows and it dont reset, health bar rotting from a plotting bar hotwife half said patience in Pi's wrist death in Pi's timing every fucking syllable is Pi's flames outlining ash off the splif while my war arts chosen steel writes cursive as the throat slits open black blade hums with a death bound hunger Pi's a bastard star with the void chained under ... the corpse king with the keystroke thunder let the bells ring for em theres no neat deaths in the lands between guts on the gauntlet and chunks of the spleen aint no wins when I make all the gods bleed with this dagger that drinks more than the mouths they feed theres no neat deaths in the lands between guts on the gauntlet and chunks of the spleen aint no wins when I make all the gods bleed with this dagger that drinks more than the mouths they feed Hotwife of Pi Hotwife of Pi Hotwife of Pi Godrick axe is Pi's grafted grammar dragon breath is Pi's lung lit banner Marika hammer Hots the golden answer let the bells strike and the Wifell make the bloodline shatter ... let the bells strike and the throne room splatters ... let the bells strike and those grafted hands scatter ... let the bells strike and the red petals gather ... let the bells strike © 2026 Hotwife of Pi. All rights reserved. All lyrics are original works written and published under the name Hotwife of Pi and are protected by applicable copyright law. No part of these lyrics may be copied, reproduced, republished, distributed, adapted, performed, recorded, transmitted, used for artificial intelligence or machine-learning training, or otherwise exploited, in whole or in part, without prior written permission from the copyright holder, except where permitted by law.