Nothing Left from Heirs by Ire Wolves

Nothing left but death
A distant debt
Their shadows; my bane
A disheartening sight still remains

It’s all the same fears
These demons mirrored
Their shadows; my bane
Just suffering

You followed me along the way
I suffered your name without your grace
You followed me along the way
Filicide without your knife

A life bereft of your vigilance, only ghosts
Dust and dunes have set upon your bones as you rest
It’s only getting worse and worse, this is true
I’ve grown addicted to the taste of this noose
It’s only getting worse and worse, this is true

Bereft
Bereft
Nothing is left

You followed me along the way
I suffered your name without your grace
You followed me along the way
Filicide without your knife

• Metal
• hardcore
• post-metal
• sludge metal
• Minneapolis