Your End Comes Tonite (ver 2)
old school death metal, almost a march style cadence, clean drums with accents of double bass blasts, guitars have almost a modulated distortion to them, low tuned guitars, bass guitar is consistent but has occasional standout accents, perfect production quality, raspy deep guttural vocals
Your End Comes Tonite (ver 2)
old school death metal, almost a march style cadence, clean drums with accents of double bass blasts, guitars have almost a modulated distortion to them, low tuned guitars, bass guitar is consistent but has occasional standout accents, perfect production quality, raspy deep guttural vocals
Lyrics
the moon is full
as we storm the gates
they scatter every way
to see another day
but we'll give them no quarter
as we push the slaughter
every living being
our visions seeing
as we swing the blade
a bloody serenade
they all try to run
we are the setting sun
we are the wretched heathens
our hatred has no reason
our forces live to fight
your end comes tonight
some will fall when fighting
others die while riding
honor we will have
as we spread our wrath
like the deepest thunder
we break your spirit asunder
we bare a grueling force
like the gods of norse
honor is why we fight
kill everything in sight
we also kill for sport
the life of the horde
so when we storm the city
we will take no pity
our forces live to fight
your end comes tonight