歌曲 | Spit Forth the Dead |
歌手 | Benediction |
专辑 | Subconscious Terror |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Benediction, Greenway | |
Released from nether regions, bowels of the earth. | |
Seeping through cracks to foul the air above. | |
A lifeline to those to which sleep is eternal. | |
Concocted since the dawn of time. | |
To now release agonized souls. | |
Spit forth the dead! | |
Carried on the air, purity aiding the filth. | |
Seeking consecrated ground, sensing cemetaries in a blanket of dust. | |
Fertalizing the infertile from six feet under. | |
Intoxicating with false life, coaxing from the brink of decay. | |
Animating the inanimate, from wooden box to light of day. | |
Exodus from the ground, stale forms tasting air. | |
Each united in their cause, yet of it's ground. | |
Ground mates unaware. | |
Now the dead govern the earth. | |
All resistance to them crushed. | |
Life is now minority, the world another hell. | |
Wipeout! |
zuo ci : Benediction, Greenway | |
Released from nether regions, bowels of the earth. | |
Seeping through cracks to foul the air above. | |
A lifeline to those to which sleep is eternal. | |
Concocted since the dawn of time. | |
To now release agonized souls. | |
Spit forth the dead! | |
Carried on the air, purity aiding the filth. | |
Seeking consecrated ground, sensing cemetaries in a blanket of dust. | |
Fertalizing the infertile from six feet under. | |
Intoxicating with false life, coaxing from the brink of decay. | |
Animating the inanimate, from wooden box to light of day. | |
Exodus from the ground, stale forms tasting air. | |
Each united in their cause, yet of it' s ground. | |
Ground mates unaware. | |
Now the dead govern the earth. | |
All resistance to them crushed. | |
Life is now minority, the world another hell. | |
Wipeout! |
zuò cí : Benediction, Greenway | |
Released from nether regions, bowels of the earth. | |
Seeping through cracks to foul the air above. | |
A lifeline to those to which sleep is eternal. | |
Concocted since the dawn of time. | |
To now release agonized souls. | |
Spit forth the dead! | |
Carried on the air, purity aiding the filth. | |
Seeking consecrated ground, sensing cemetaries in a blanket of dust. | |
Fertalizing the infertile from six feet under. | |
Intoxicating with false life, coaxing from the brink of decay. | |
Animating the inanimate, from wooden box to light of day. | |
Exodus from the ground, stale forms tasting air. | |
Each united in their cause, yet of it' s ground. | |
Ground mates unaware. | |
Now the dead govern the earth. | |
All resistance to them crushed. | |
Life is now minority, the world another hell. | |
Wipeout! |