作曲 : Crionics, Waran | |
This is not the end of experiment, not the era | |
In your ignorance you have been a very sly race | |
Therefore they leave you alone | |
Let them see how much your humanity is worth | |
The eye of god experiment time to begin | |
The breast that feeds you has been exploited | |
Like a bitch, sucked dry | |
Emptiness eminates from inside her | |
And on the outside she is as cold as dead | |
Having sacrificed their desires | |
The vampires of the cosmos | |
They look what they wanted | |
They tore her innards out | |
Who is he that tells the story... | |
A bard of the end, a preacher of death? | |
An invader who from a distance | |
Admires his work of destruction? | |
Or a man whom neither death nor madness | |
Had taken into their black wings' embrace... |
zuo qu : Crionics, Waran | |
This is not the end of experiment, not the era | |
In your ignorance you have been a very sly race | |
Therefore they leave you alone | |
Let them see how much your humanity is worth | |
The eye of god experiment time to begin | |
The breast that feeds you has been exploited | |
Like a bitch, sucked dry | |
Emptiness eminates from inside her | |
And on the outside she is as cold as dead | |
Having sacrificed their desires | |
The vampires of the cosmos | |
They look what they wanted | |
They tore her innards out | |
Who is he that tells the story... | |
A bard of the end, a preacher of death? | |
An invader who from a distance | |
Admires his work of destruction? | |
Or a man whom neither death nor madness | |
Had taken into their black wings' embrace... |
zuò qǔ : Crionics, Waran | |
This is not the end of experiment, not the era | |
In your ignorance you have been a very sly race | |
Therefore they leave you alone | |
Let them see how much your humanity is worth | |
The eye of god experiment time to begin | |
The breast that feeds you has been exploited | |
Like a bitch, sucked dry | |
Emptiness eminates from inside her | |
And on the outside she is as cold as dead | |
Having sacrificed their desires | |
The vampires of the cosmos | |
They look what they wanted | |
They tore her innards out | |
Who is he that tells the story... | |
A bard of the end, a preacher of death? | |
An invader who from a distance | |
Admires his work of destruction? | |
Or a man whom neither death nor madness | |
Had taken into their black wings' embrace... |