歌曲 | Carnal (live) |
歌手 | Vader |
专辑 | Reign Forever World |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Wiwmczarek | |
I tasted the fever of | |
Your existence | |
Seems like cold grain to my mouth | |
I stand aside, | |
I stay away | |
Transmuting my quicksilver blood | |
KIA - that | |
I may see | |
ZOS - that | |
I may touch | |
Insipid are the describing words | |
The self needs no vulgar praise | |
This worship has no supplications | |
My rite is to live and do | |
Things naked, pure, of honest lust | |
The throbbing vortex feeds on it all | |
Sleep is the best of possible prayers | |
The winged eyes are blessed to see | |
Downtrodden deception of every torment | |
Transpierced hymens my lust adores | |
Many images yet one raw flesh | |
Animal steps | |
I love to tread | |
An ideal point where | |
Time is Space | |
Memory giant sores this journey must heal | |
Lady of Mourning and her monsters | |
Lay down the scythes for here | |
I come Joyful and priapic my baby soul | |
A new-born one, ten million years old |
zuo ci : Wiwmczarek | |
I tasted the fever of | |
Your existence | |
Seems like cold grain to my mouth | |
I stand aside, | |
I stay away | |
Transmuting my quicksilver blood | |
KIA that | |
I may see | |
ZOS that | |
I may touch | |
Insipid are the describing words | |
The self needs no vulgar praise | |
This worship has no supplications | |
My rite is to live and do | |
Things naked, pure, of honest lust | |
The throbbing vortex feeds on it all | |
Sleep is the best of possible prayers | |
The winged eyes are blessed to see | |
Downtrodden deception of every torment | |
Transpierced hymens my lust adores | |
Many images yet one raw flesh | |
Animal steps | |
I love to tread | |
An ideal point where | |
Time is Space | |
Memory giant sores this journey must heal | |
Lady of Mourning and her monsters | |
Lay down the scythes for here | |
I come Joyful and priapic my baby soul | |
A newborn one, ten million years old |
zuò cí : Wiwmczarek | |
I tasted the fever of | |
Your existence | |
Seems like cold grain to my mouth | |
I stand aside, | |
I stay away | |
Transmuting my quicksilver blood | |
KIA that | |
I may see | |
ZOS that | |
I may touch | |
Insipid are the describing words | |
The self needs no vulgar praise | |
This worship has no supplications | |
My rite is to live and do | |
Things naked, pure, of honest lust | |
The throbbing vortex feeds on it all | |
Sleep is the best of possible prayers | |
The winged eyes are blessed to see | |
Downtrodden deception of every torment | |
Transpierced hymens my lust adores | |
Many images yet one raw flesh | |
Animal steps | |
I love to tread | |
An ideal point where | |
Time is Space | |
Memory giant sores this journey must heal | |
Lady of Mourning and her monsters | |
Lay down the scythes for here | |
I come Joyful and priapic my baby soul | |
A newborn one, ten million years old |