歌曲 | Parasites of the unexplained |
歌手 | Darkane |
专辑 | Expanding Senses |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Malmström, Wildoer | |
Approaching the end of mass destruction | |
Where countless lives fade away | |
Receiving the dark shadow of disruption eternity has reached its final day | |
Ending the misery full of remorse | |
Absorbing the streams of hate inhaling directly from the source | |
Arriving at the winter cold gate | |
The blood in my powerful veins | |
Spilled at unpromised domains [lead: Ideberg] | |
Unexplored in a diminished sphere | |
Searching a new way to fulfil it self secret wisdom in a labyrinth of fear | |
Now exploding to organic hell | |
No longer in charge of my destiny | |
The future is dark as my soul | |
The thoughts are growing with insanity | |
I'm falling down a bottomless hole | |
The blood in my powerful veins | |
Spilled at unpromised domains | |
Buried, my head in a wall | |
Hearing the deamons call | |
Scenting the evils breath | |
Doomed to be tortured to death [lead: malmstrom] | |
Approaching the end of mass destruction | |
Where countless lives fade away | |
Receiving the dark shadow of disruption eternity has reached its final day | |
Ending the misery full of remorse | |
Absorbing the streams of hate inhaling directly from the source | |
Arriving at the winter cold gate | |
The blood in my powerful veins | |
Spilled at unpromised domains | |
Buried, my head in a wall | |
Hearing the deamons call | |
Scenting the evils breath | |
Doomed to be tortured to death |
zuo ci : Malmstr m, Wildoer | |
Approaching the end of mass destruction | |
Where countless lives fade away | |
Receiving the dark shadow of disruption eternity has reached its final day | |
Ending the misery full of remorse | |
Absorbing the streams of hate inhaling directly from the source | |
Arriving at the winter cold gate | |
The blood in my powerful veins | |
Spilled at unpromised domains lead: Ideberg | |
Unexplored in a diminished sphere | |
Searching a new way to fulfil it self secret wisdom in a labyrinth of fear | |
Now exploding to organic hell | |
No longer in charge of my destiny | |
The future is dark as my soul | |
The thoughts are growing with insanity | |
I' m falling down a bottomless hole | |
The blood in my powerful veins | |
Spilled at unpromised domains | |
Buried, my head in a wall | |
Hearing the deamons call | |
Scenting the evils breath | |
Doomed to be tortured to death lead: malmstrom | |
Approaching the end of mass destruction | |
Where countless lives fade away | |
Receiving the dark shadow of disruption eternity has reached its final day | |
Ending the misery full of remorse | |
Absorbing the streams of hate inhaling directly from the source | |
Arriving at the winter cold gate | |
The blood in my powerful veins | |
Spilled at unpromised domains | |
Buried, my head in a wall | |
Hearing the deamons call | |
Scenting the evils breath | |
Doomed to be tortured to death |
zuò cí : Malmstr m, Wildoer | |
Approaching the end of mass destruction | |
Where countless lives fade away | |
Receiving the dark shadow of disruption eternity has reached its final day | |
Ending the misery full of remorse | |
Absorbing the streams of hate inhaling directly from the source | |
Arriving at the winter cold gate | |
The blood in my powerful veins | |
Spilled at unpromised domains lead: Ideberg | |
Unexplored in a diminished sphere | |
Searching a new way to fulfil it self secret wisdom in a labyrinth of fear | |
Now exploding to organic hell | |
No longer in charge of my destiny | |
The future is dark as my soul | |
The thoughts are growing with insanity | |
I' m falling down a bottomless hole | |
The blood in my powerful veins | |
Spilled at unpromised domains | |
Buried, my head in a wall | |
Hearing the deamons call | |
Scenting the evils breath | |
Doomed to be tortured to death lead: malmstrom | |
Approaching the end of mass destruction | |
Where countless lives fade away | |
Receiving the dark shadow of disruption eternity has reached its final day | |
Ending the misery full of remorse | |
Absorbing the streams of hate inhaling directly from the source | |
Arriving at the winter cold gate | |
The blood in my powerful veins | |
Spilled at unpromised domains | |
Buried, my head in a wall | |
Hearing the deamons call | |
Scenting the evils breath | |
Doomed to be tortured to death |