歌曲 | Repined Bastard Nation |
歌手 | Satyricon |
专辑 | Ten Horns - Ten Diadems |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Wongraven | |
Do we need another bastard nation...another force-fed disgustaiming at us clinically | |
Do we need another bastard nation... | |
Like an insect-swarmof a dead whoretowards the shapelness mouth | |
We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of lighttaking invincible shape | |
We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of lightarising from melted massto standing ovation | |
The unbearable feeling of hitting that | |
Repossessing night and her hand's godly touchdark wall is a scene that must come to an end | |
Earthly decay in front of your our eyes | |
Now, not it's killing for a living | |
No more repined bastard nation | |
A generous gesture to people so blind | |
No more repined bastard nation | |
It takes a non-poisoned creaturefumbling, descending, away from the lightto withstand a monster that has grown and spawned,a darkness, | |
I can not tolerate | |
A darkness we must burythe search to justify one truth | |
Do they feel, do they absorb our pain... | |
Do they feel, do they absorb our pain...the greater understandingto deafeat and destroy a monster, | |
It takes a non-poisoned creaturethat has grown and spawneda darkness, a darkness we can not tolerate |
zuo ci : Wongraven | |
Do we need another bastard nation... another forcefed disgustaiming at us clinically | |
Do we need another bastard nation... | |
Like an insectswarmof a dead whoretowards the shapelness mouth | |
We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of lighttaking invincible shape | |
We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of lightarising from melted massto standing ovation | |
The unbearable feeling of hitting that | |
Repossessing night and her hand' s godly touchdark wall is a scene that must come to an end | |
Earthly decay in front of your our eyes | |
Now, not it' s killing for a living | |
No more repined bastard nation | |
A generous gesture to people so blind | |
No more repined bastard nation | |
It takes a nonpoisoned creaturefumbling, descending, away from the lightto withstand a monster that has grown and spawned, a darkness, | |
I can not tolerate | |
A darkness we must burythe search to justify one truth | |
Do they feel, do they absorb our pain... | |
Do they feel, do they absorb our pain... the greater understandingto deafeat and destroy a monster, | |
It takes a nonpoisoned creaturethat has grown and spawneda darkness, a darkness we can not tolerate |
zuò cí : Wongraven | |
Do we need another bastard nation... another forcefed disgustaiming at us clinically | |
Do we need another bastard nation... | |
Like an insectswarmof a dead whoretowards the shapelness mouth | |
We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of lighttaking invincible shape | |
We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of lightarising from melted massto standing ovation | |
The unbearable feeling of hitting that | |
Repossessing night and her hand' s godly touchdark wall is a scene that must come to an end | |
Earthly decay in front of your our eyes | |
Now, not it' s killing for a living | |
No more repined bastard nation | |
A generous gesture to people so blind | |
No more repined bastard nation | |
It takes a nonpoisoned creaturefumbling, descending, away from the lightto withstand a monster that has grown and spawned, a darkness, | |
I can not tolerate | |
A darkness we must burythe search to justify one truth | |
Do they feel, do they absorb our pain... | |
Do they feel, do they absorb our pain... the greater understandingto deafeat and destroy a monster, | |
It takes a nonpoisoned creaturethat has grown and spawneda darkness, a darkness we can not tolerate |