歌曲 | Vision Of Degradation |
歌手 | Darkane |
专辑 | Layers of Lies |
作词 : Ideberg, Wildoer | |
Born in filth, with no future in sight | |
Living of nothing | |
What chances for survival exists? Is this the way to live? | |
Death is a choice | |
Walk among zombies of everyday life | |
Each day is a war against starvation | |
Leftovers is the bliss of the day | |
Hail the god of transparent life | |
Hail the god that rules the weak | |
Hail the god, see through the waste | |
Hail the god, degradation is the way | |
Razor void crumbles inside | |
Curves flatter the spine | |
The surrounding people express their hate | |
No warmth, no compassion | |
A never-ending battle each day | |
Enslaved, compiled, degraded | |
Empowered by the paper thin ruler | |
Hail thee for no demise | |
The god of transparent living | |
Takes away all visions of life | |
[Lead: Ideberg] | |
Chemical indulgence | |
Master of all misery | |
Imprisoned by the lord of deceit | |
Entwined in a world of chaos | |
Enslaved, compiled, degraded | |
Death is a choice | |
Hail thee for no demise | |
Leftovers is the bliss of the day |
zuò cí : Ideberg, Wildoer | |
Born in filth, with no future in sight | |
Living of nothing | |
What chances for survival exists? Is this the way to live? | |
Death is a choice | |
Walk among zombies of everyday life | |
Each day is a war against starvation | |
Leftovers is the bliss of the day | |
Hail the god of transparent life | |
Hail the god that rules the weak | |
Hail the god, see through the waste | |
Hail the god, degradation is the way | |
Razor void crumbles inside | |
Curves flatter the spine | |
The surrounding people express their hate | |
No warmth, no compassion | |
A neverending battle each day | |
Enslaved, compiled, degraded | |
Empowered by the paper thin ruler | |
Hail thee for no demise | |
The god of transparent living | |
Takes away all visions of life | |
Lead: Ideberg | |
Chemical indulgence | |
Master of all misery | |
Imprisoned by the lord of deceit | |
Entwined in a world of chaos | |
Enslaved, compiled, degraded | |
Death is a choice | |
Hail thee for no demise | |
Leftovers is the bliss of the day |