歌曲 | The Consummate Dragon |
歌手 | Shai Hulud |
专辑 | That Within Blood Ill Tempered |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Fletcher, Fox, Kleisath ... | |
It is truly the perfect being | |
It's armor is tenfold shields | |
It's teeth, swords, claws | |
In the guise of greeting hands | |
How does it sleep at night? | |
This tyrant | |
Heaping slaves on the pyre | |
Just to watch ambition burn | |
It is truly the perfect being | |
It's armor is tenfold shields | |
And from it's tongue, fire | |
Could any being verily | |
Bast in malevolence? | |
As if its indifference might pardon it | |
This tyrant | |
He is the fatherless | |
The arrogance of a being | |
That insists it created itself | |
What can it create? | |
This uninspired muse rules only barren lands | |
It cannot create a thing | |
Why the public speaks the truth | |
Simply tear it down | |
Dissent, and smolder | |
Your thoughts are law, great dragon | |
Just spare me and mine | |
While I bide my time | |
Knowing you well, the enemy | |
Cower may the everyman | |
I show no recoil for | |
A would-be dragon | |
The common man is | |
The consummate dragon | |
The poorest excuse of a man | |
My chest to shields | |
My teeth to swords | |
My hands to claws and fire | |
Now we can make war | |
A titan against a titan |
zuo qu : Fletcher, Fox, Kleisath ... | |
It is truly the perfect being | |
It' s armor is tenfold shields | |
It' s teeth, swords, claws | |
In the guise of greeting hands | |
How does it sleep at night? | |
This tyrant | |
Heaping slaves on the pyre | |
Just to watch ambition burn | |
It is truly the perfect being | |
It' s armor is tenfold shields | |
And from it' s tongue, fire | |
Could any being verily | |
Bast in malevolence? | |
As if its indifference might pardon it | |
This tyrant | |
He is the fatherless | |
The arrogance of a being | |
That insists it created itself | |
What can it create? | |
This uninspired muse rules only barren lands | |
It cannot create a thing | |
Why the public speaks the truth | |
Simply tear it down | |
Dissent, and smolder | |
Your thoughts are law, great dragon | |
Just spare me and mine | |
While I bide my time | |
Knowing you well, the enemy | |
Cower may the everyman | |
I show no recoil for | |
A wouldbe dragon | |
The common man is | |
The consummate dragon | |
The poorest excuse of a man | |
My chest to shields | |
My teeth to swords | |
My hands to claws and fire | |
Now we can make war | |
A titan against a titan |
zuò qǔ : Fletcher, Fox, Kleisath ... | |
It is truly the perfect being | |
It' s armor is tenfold shields | |
It' s teeth, swords, claws | |
In the guise of greeting hands | |
How does it sleep at night? | |
This tyrant | |
Heaping slaves on the pyre | |
Just to watch ambition burn | |
It is truly the perfect being | |
It' s armor is tenfold shields | |
And from it' s tongue, fire | |
Could any being verily | |
Bast in malevolence? | |
As if its indifference might pardon it | |
This tyrant | |
He is the fatherless | |
The arrogance of a being | |
That insists it created itself | |
What can it create? | |
This uninspired muse rules only barren lands | |
It cannot create a thing | |
Why the public speaks the truth | |
Simply tear it down | |
Dissent, and smolder | |
Your thoughts are law, great dragon | |
Just spare me and mine | |
While I bide my time | |
Knowing you well, the enemy | |
Cower may the everyman | |
I show no recoil for | |
A wouldbe dragon | |
The common man is | |
The consummate dragon | |
The poorest excuse of a man | |
My chest to shields | |
My teeth to swords | |
My hands to claws and fire | |
Now we can make war | |
A titan against a titan |