.​​.​​​.​​and I always win (Bansheerie​​/​​Hiazm split)

by Bansheerie

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released April 15, 2017

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Bansheerie Kazakhstan

Every song tells a story. Sometimes we don't like the ending... sometimes we don't understand it. But remember - these stories are told by a wailing mad banshee swept by the winds of woe... and these stories are of grief, misery, horror and death.

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Track Name: Hiazm - I am the rot in your festering ear
I was a wretch when I was born,
I sold my hooves, I pawned my horns,
Cut off my tail, learned some new tricks,
But I’m still so ugly I make people sick,
I am the bad blood that runs through your veins,
I am your poison, I am your pain,
I am your cancer, a nasty surprise,
I am the grit in your swollen eyes,
I am the rot in your festering ear,
I am the spit in your mug of beer,
I am a fool in a rusty crown,
And I mock death to try cut me down

I am and I’m not
What you expect,
I’ve got seven aces in my gambling deck:
Madness and hatred, bloodlust and sin,
Loneliness, misery, sorrow
…and I always win

I am the maggot in your cherry pie,
I am the bitter in every sweet lie,
I am the scab you can’t cease to pick,
I am the dead end, a wall made of brick,
I am the shark fin behind your back,
I’ll turn your white into deepest black,
I am a promise that you gonna fail,
I am your train that went off the rails,
I am your remorse and I’m your regrets,
I am the voice raising your bets,
I am a fool in a rusty crown
And I mock death to try cut me down
Track Name: Seven Aces
I was a wretch when I was born,
I sold my hooves, I pawned my horns,
Cut off my tail, learned some new tricks,
But I’m still so ugly I make people sick,
I am the bad blood that runs through your veins,
I am your poison, I am your pain,
I am your cancer, a nasty surprise,
I am the grit in your swollen eyes,
I am the rot in your festering ear,
I am the spit in your mug of beer,
I am a fool in a rusty crown,
And I mock death to try cut me down

I am and I’m not
What you expect,
I’ve got seven aces in my gambling deck:
Madness and hatred, bloodlust and sin,
Loneliness, misery, sorrow
…and I always win

I am the maggot in your cherry pie,
I am the bitter in every sweet lie,
I am the scab you can’t cease to pick,
I am the dead end, a wall made of brick,
I am the shark fin behind your back,
I’ll turn your white into deepest black,
I am a promise that you gonna fail,
I am your train that went off the rails,
I am your remorse and I’m your regrets,
I am the voice raising your bets,
I am a fool in a rusty crown
And I mock death to try cut me down