歌曲 | Memories Of Blood |
歌手 | Cryptopsy |
专辑 | Blasphemy Made Flesh |
作词 : Cryptopsy | |
I awake remembering | |
nothing the next day, | |
my nostrils assailed | |
by the stench of decay | |
Dreams of dismemberment, | |
fantasies of torture | |
Mopping up affords me a | |
reminiscense of death; | |
Gooey bits and pieces | |
are all that is left | |
Stench of rot: uplifting smell | |
Someone's dead or at least unwell; | |
What little is left smells impure; | |
Who did this? I'm not sure | |
No conscience interferes with | |
my memories of blood; | |
PSI energy remains | |
where a human once stood; | |
I equate its suffering with | |
the longevity of a ghost | |
Who lasts the longest | |
is who suffered the most |
zuò cí : Cryptopsy | |
I awake remembering | |
nothing the next day, | |
my nostrils assailed | |
by the stench of decay | |
Dreams of dismemberment, | |
fantasies of torture | |
Mopping up affords me a | |
reminiscense of death | |
Gooey bits and pieces | |
are all that is left | |
Stench of rot: uplifting smell | |
Someone' s dead or at least unwell | |
What little is left smells impure | |
Who did this? I' m not sure | |
No conscience interferes with | |
my memories of blood | |
PSI energy remains | |
where a human once stood | |
I equate its suffering with | |
the longevity of a ghost | |
Who lasts the longest | |
is who suffered the most |