歌曲 | Nemesis |
歌手 | Dark Fortress |
专辑 | Ylem |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Thronged | |
Herded as cattle and so unsuspecting | |
Yet volatile | |
Blind and deluded, you prattle | |
Calling forth the demon | |
Summon your king | |
A horror on wings | |
Primed for the slaughter | |
Oh, how you toil | |
While precious walls are breaking | |
Your lies unspoiled | |
Your souls mine for the taking | |
And while you grope in the dark | |
I will walk in your midst | |
Poisoned sting at the ready | |
And there will be no awakening | |
Rise, minions | |
From venom reborn | |
Shed your innocence | |
Let the massacre commence | |
A simple ascent | |
Luring in the hapless to turn on themselves | |
Death in the air | |
You fall | |
Like raving fiends, you murder your own | |
Humans will be humans | |
When caught in my snare | |
But the worst is yet to come | |
As your mindless spree continues | |
I prepare to deliver the master stroke | |
Your gods, your progenies | |
Your guardian angels unguarded | |
As I approach the inner sanctum | |
In treachery cloaked | |
Unseeing offspring of sanctimonious bigotry | |
Here is my gift to you | |
My procreation in visceral blasphemy | |
Receive my seed | |
Slowly to incubate | |
Deep, gorging into oblivion | |
As your doom is plunged into your flesh | |
As they trickle down | |
Drip, drip, drip, one by one | |
A living, breathing feast awaits my spawn | |
The longer you live | |
The stronger they’ll become inside you | |
Ah, look at them writhe, my little ones | |
And you will call me your god | |
Begging me to deliverance from your sins | |
And you won’t even know | |
Until they eat through your skin |
Thronged | |
Herded as cattle and so unsuspecting | |
Yet volatile | |
Blind and deluded, you prattle | |
Calling forth the demon | |
Summon your king | |
A horror on wings | |
Primed for the slaughter | |
Oh, how you toil | |
While precious walls are breaking | |
Your lies unspoiled | |
Your souls mine for the taking | |
And while you grope in the dark | |
I will walk in your midst | |
Poisoned sting at the ready | |
And there will be no awakening | |
Rise, minions | |
From venom reborn | |
Shed your innocence | |
Let the massacre commence | |
A simple ascent | |
Luring in the hapless to turn on themselves | |
Death in the air | |
You fall | |
Like raving fiends, you murder your own | |
Humans will be humans | |
When caught in my snare | |
But the worst is yet to come | |
As your mindless spree continues | |
I prepare to deliver the master stroke | |
Your gods, your progenies | |
Your guardian angels unguarded | |
As I approach the inner sanctum | |
In treachery cloaked | |
Unseeing offspring of sanctimonious bigotry | |
Here is my gift to you | |
My procreation in visceral blasphemy | |
Receive my seed | |
Slowly to incubate | |
Deep, gorging into oblivion | |
As your doom is plunged into your flesh | |
As they trickle down | |
Drip, drip, drip, one by one | |
A living, breathing feast awaits my spawn | |
The longer you live | |
The stronger they' ll become inside you | |
Ah, look at them writhe, my little ones | |
And you will call me your god | |
Begging me to deliverance from your sins | |
And you won' t even know | |
Until they eat through your skin |
Thronged | |
Herded as cattle and so unsuspecting | |
Yet volatile | |
Blind and deluded, you prattle | |
Calling forth the demon | |
Summon your king | |
A horror on wings | |
Primed for the slaughter | |
Oh, how you toil | |
While precious walls are breaking | |
Your lies unspoiled | |
Your souls mine for the taking | |
And while you grope in the dark | |
I will walk in your midst | |
Poisoned sting at the ready | |
And there will be no awakening | |
Rise, minions | |
From venom reborn | |
Shed your innocence | |
Let the massacre commence | |
A simple ascent | |
Luring in the hapless to turn on themselves | |
Death in the air | |
You fall | |
Like raving fiends, you murder your own | |
Humans will be humans | |
When caught in my snare | |
But the worst is yet to come | |
As your mindless spree continues | |
I prepare to deliver the master stroke | |
Your gods, your progenies | |
Your guardian angels unguarded | |
As I approach the inner sanctum | |
In treachery cloaked | |
Unseeing offspring of sanctimonious bigotry | |
Here is my gift to you | |
My procreation in visceral blasphemy | |
Receive my seed | |
Slowly to incubate | |
Deep, gorging into oblivion | |
As your doom is plunged into your flesh | |
As they trickle down | |
Drip, drip, drip, one by one | |
A living, breathing feast awaits my spawn | |
The longer you live | |
The stronger they' ll become inside you | |
Ah, look at them writhe, my little ones | |
And you will call me your god | |
Begging me to deliverance from your sins | |
And you won' t even know | |
Until they eat through your skin |