If these lungs could still hold breath,
I would tell you, I never wanted any of this
All I wanted was father free
And all that's left to me is death
Into the south, we march under the Direwolves' mark
Was this banner as heavy at the start?
There's a king in north and his name be Stark
Though the portents grow bloody dark
Long ago I swore an oath in front of the godswood's eye
Far be it for I to deny all men must die
So come what may of this godforsaken bloody march
There's a king in the north and his name be Stark
From the headsman's sword
You birthed a king in the north
Twist the dagger in my back
WInterfell lies sacked
The kraken becomes a vulture, it makes it's roost in my home
Now my legacy shall be writ on my brother's stones
A burden too great to bear
I take solace in her care
The Maiden promised salvation, I see it in her eyes
As we lay, I sow my own demise
As my journey ends, my life comes undone
I know I'm my father's son
Punishing death metal from Pakistan, the new LP from Azaab is a scorcher with lyrics that tackle the oncoming apocalypse. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 17, 2022