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The Broadsword

from Gathered Blood by Sons of Perdition

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Hear us sing so sweetly from the cloistered vents and shafts. Up through the throat of the Broadsword Hotel. As smoke whispers through a chimney, as blood hums in a vein, we call out your precious name. We smell your breath as it tumbles down hollow corridors. We ache at the music of your feet through the endless cruel levels of the Broadsword Hotel. Our faces to the grill, cold metal on our tongues, dreaming of your heart and lungs. We want you on our lips and in our mouths. Running down our throats in hot gobbets of flesh. We want you clinging beneath our nails. Your fat smeared on eager faces, clotted on our sexless hips as we peel off your flesh in strips. Oh yes....

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from Gathered Blood, released September 16, 2016

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Sons of Perdition Glasgow, UK

Sons of Perdition make weird, dark music. Their seventh release, Heathen Hof, is available May 1, 2022.

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