HEATHEN LAND ft. Nekomura Iroha

#INDUSTRIALOIDFALL2026 Song/Art/Video - SumatraGuard Vocals - Nekomura Iroha & Miyamai Moca (SynthV) Instrumental & HQ Download - https://sumatraguard.bandcamp.com/album/heathen-land HEATHEN LAND- the bleeding sun, my paragon has spoke its final words left in the darkness the ink ran red, their letter said: "to fail here tonight is not a choice" twelve graves we dug lie one by one in rows behind the church shrouded in darkness to rot all alone while a beast stalks their home we'll end this tonight so won't you- fall onto your blade i'll liberate your wayward soul from the path our lord forbade to consecrate, to ordinate the wheels of fate are running out of time— for mercy; strict heresy. sinners conquered by the flock shall kneel before a lamb in this HEATHEN LAND amongst the damned, a reaper drags his scythe through blackened sand just past the haze the road gives way i'd thought my final words would merit mourning a scarlet thread the trail of red I'll bring them its head or I will fall twelve graves we dug lie one by one my memories of home shrouded in darkness its not all in vain the demon shall lie slain this ends here tonight I'll tear it all down fall onto your blade i'll liberate your wayward soul from the path our lord forbade to consecrate, to ordinate the wheels of fate are running out of time— for mercy; strict heresy. sinners conquered by the flock shall kneel before a lamb In this HEATHEN LAND amongst the damned, the reaper plants his cross in blackened sand fall onto your blade i'll liberate who you once were 'fore the sacrament decayed to consecrate, to ordinate the wheels of fate are running out of time— for mercy; strict heresy. sinners conquered by the flock shall kneel before a lamb In this HEATHEN LAND amongst the damned, the reaper drags his scythe through blackened- fall onto this blade I'll liberate your wayward soul from the path our lord forbade to consecrate, to immolate the wheels of fate are running out of time— for mercy; strict heresy. shepherds dethroned by the flock shall kneel before a lamb In this HEATHEN LAND amongst the damned, the reaper drags her sword through blackened sand