歌曲 | Devour the Living |
歌手 | Thanatos |
专辑 | Undead. Unholy. Undivine. |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gebédi | |
Burn...brothers...burn... Beyond the point of no return | |
Build your funeral pyres, We belong in fire... | |
Burn...brothers...burn..., The dead have returned | |
All living souls we despise, Rise...corpses...rise... | |
The darkest day of horror, the world has ever known | |
No chance of survival, no matter where you go | |
You're destined to be butchered, your body left to rot | |
No sanctuary for you, so stop praying to your god | |
I inhale the nauseating stench of rotting bodies | |
As I climb this wall of corpses, piled up in front of me | |
Forced to feed on the remains of the ones that didn't make it | |
Eating my way out of this godforsaken hole | |
Burn...brothers...burn...The dead have returned | |
Mildewed organs, white moulded meat | |
Clotted body juices, voraciously consumed | |
My stomach is resistant, my heart beats through my chest | |
A trail of burning acid cuts deep into my flesh | |
I feel my powers decline, rotting from the inside | |
Gastric juices boiling, searching a way out | |
Vomit leaves my anus, shit runs from my mouth | |
I prepare for putrefaction, I feel I'm going down | |
Burn...brothers...burn... Beyond the point of no return | |
Burn...brothers...burn..., The dead have returned | |
All living souls we despise, Rise...corpses...rise... |
zuo qu : Gebe di | |
Burn... brothers... burn... Beyond the point of no return | |
Build your funeral pyres, We belong in fire... | |
Burn... brothers... burn..., The dead have returned | |
All living souls we despise, Rise... corpses... rise... | |
The darkest day of horror, the world has ever known | |
No chance of survival, no matter where you go | |
You' re destined to be butchered, your body left to rot | |
No sanctuary for you, so stop praying to your god | |
I inhale the nauseating stench of rotting bodies | |
As I climb this wall of corpses, piled up in front of me | |
Forced to feed on the remains of the ones that didn' t make it | |
Eating my way out of this godforsaken hole | |
Burn... brothers... burn... The dead have returned | |
Mildewed organs, white moulded meat | |
Clotted body juices, voraciously consumed | |
My stomach is resistant, my heart beats through my chest | |
A trail of burning acid cuts deep into my flesh | |
I feel my powers decline, rotting from the inside | |
Gastric juices boiling, searching a way out | |
Vomit leaves my anus, shit runs from my mouth | |
I prepare for putrefaction, I feel I' m going down | |
Burn... brothers... burn... Beyond the point of no return | |
Burn... brothers... burn..., The dead have returned | |
All living souls we despise, Rise... corpses... rise... |
zuò qǔ : Gebé di | |
Burn... brothers... burn... Beyond the point of no return | |
Build your funeral pyres, We belong in fire... | |
Burn... brothers... burn..., The dead have returned | |
All living souls we despise, Rise... corpses... rise... | |
The darkest day of horror, the world has ever known | |
No chance of survival, no matter where you go | |
You' re destined to be butchered, your body left to rot | |
No sanctuary for you, so stop praying to your god | |
I inhale the nauseating stench of rotting bodies | |
As I climb this wall of corpses, piled up in front of me | |
Forced to feed on the remains of the ones that didn' t make it | |
Eating my way out of this godforsaken hole | |
Burn... brothers... burn... The dead have returned | |
Mildewed organs, white moulded meat | |
Clotted body juices, voraciously consumed | |
My stomach is resistant, my heart beats through my chest | |
A trail of burning acid cuts deep into my flesh | |
I feel my powers decline, rotting from the inside | |
Gastric juices boiling, searching a way out | |
Vomit leaves my anus, shit runs from my mouth | |
I prepare for putrefaction, I feel I' m going down | |
Burn... brothers... burn... Beyond the point of no return | |
Burn... brothers... burn..., The dead have returned | |
All living souls we despise, Rise... corpses... rise... |