Wrekkoner I Am (Primal)

Opening with viking tribal drums and a deep, relentless pulse, the thrash metal guitars and bass crash in with aggressive, palm-muted riffs, The tempo remains fierce and steady, layered with dark, distorted leads, Menacing, deep gritty vocals cut through, conveying raw intensity as the percussive backdrop never fades

I am he, born of a broken pact The Wrekkoner is what I am Hide your children when I’m hungry Or I’ll feast upon them till I’m satisfied Give me your wives, your daughters, your sisters And you’ll buy some time to run and hide I am he, born of a broken pact The Wrekkoner is what I am Give me your hand, you won’t get it back Give me your heart, it makes a passing snack Give me your soul, you don’t need it anymore Give me a moment and I’ll rock you to your core I am he, born of a broken pact The Wrekkoner is what I am Give me your love, I’ll twist it into hate Give me your tears to drink while I wait Give me a taste of your blood to get me started Give me a chance and you’ll soon be departed I am he, born of a broken pact The Wrekkoner is what I am Give me pain, it reminds me of my youth Give me lies, so much better than the truth Give me a beating, let’s dance in blood together Give me death if you can; I’m cursed to live forever! I am he, born of a broken pact The Wrekkoner is what I am

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