Whoreheart from Vulture City by Mindpatrol

I recall the day – tears in her eyes
When she had to be less of a child
And to offer her youth

Hunger planting its seed in our craving guts
Made us weaker day by day
Once more we struggled to survive the night
Father moon was calling for our souls
Close to starving in a cellar
Deep winter's raging winds locking us in there
What choice did she have – did the world leave her
To prevent us from death

Four men between her thighs
Stilled their lust with a child

And again, another punter leaves her room
The daily staining of her womb
And again, each time I see them
I shake with disgust
None of them deserves her love

All this loving without love
Her ever growing collection of barely healing scars
One more for each man who enters her bed
Yes, she sells herself for the sake of me
Her flesh is our only way left
To survive, to endure and to curse yet another day
What choice does she have – will she ever have
None, I say, no choice at all

She's half my blood, but all I love
My reason to bear with this world

And again, another punter leaves her room
The daily staining of her womb
And again, each time I see them
I shake with disgust
None of them deserves her love

• Metal
• extreme progressive metal
• melodic death metal
• progressive death metal
• progressive metal
• Luxembourg