Wormsong کے بول

i've returned to wormland spinning cadavercircles around the night astroautopsies breathing orb and earth eating the word of a starthief's birth i've returned to that deadend with a fistful of throats from the downside astroautopsies breathing orb and earth eating the word of a starthief's birth and we go for the poisonshow let scythemilk and quicksilver flow scissorsword and twinkleblade down the tongue i've cut my throat for the wormsong the grindcrew's back again warpin' the where and when and we go for the poisonshow let scythemilk and quicksilver flow scissorsword and twinkleblade down the tongue i've cut my throat for the wormsong