歌曲 | Umulamahri |
歌手 | Morbid Angel |
专辑 | Formulas Fatal To The Flesh |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Azagthoth | |
Why should we serve that which betrays | |
Leeches, they steal of our lives | |
Why should we lower ourselves to the beasts | |
Submissive they are to be made | |
We need not to be held in their chains | |
Illusions but they can still hold | |
We rise within the strength | |
The One Who lays them to waste | |
Praising the Weapon that Cleanses our land | |
So perfect It's Way unopposed | |
Punisher of the treacherous ones | |
U-Mu La Mah-Ri | |
This Force no bolt withstands | |
For It's now the Merciless One | |
Un-quenchable rage in holds | |
Only sated when the last falls | |
Their deeds of treason | |
Unsees by the ones enchained | |
Ignorance which shielded the crimes | |
All seen by the All Knowing One | |
You'll perish within the Hands | |
Of the Storm that means your end | |
These things you call your gods | |
These things, they save you not | |
Oh now you live the torment | |
Bound in the chains that enslaved us | |
Now you feel the suffering | |
That you bestowed upon your being | |
Live the pain of the Gnashing Teeth that's | |
Grinding your bones enslaver | |
By what right did you bind us | |
Now you'll reap the suffering | |
Oh there's no mercy for you've | |
Broken the Sacred Laws you've | |
Taken the dreams of many | |
Lives you have bound and punished | |
For your crimes no repentance | |
Can turn back the Wrath | |
Which you've called on yourselves | |
By your deeds | |
No new life can arise | |
From a land once denounced | |
By my Lord | |
For unrivaled He stands | |
For no man may rise up | |
To enslave any other | |
Made free by Design of our God | |
That of Might shall | |
Define what is right | |
For unmatched is the Power | |
Of Chthhulhu Most High | |
Praising the Weapon that Cleanses our land | |
So perfect It's Way unopposed | |
These things you praise as gods | |
These things, dispirited things |
zuo ci : Azagthoth | |
Why should we serve that which betrays | |
Leeches, they steal of our lives | |
Why should we lower ourselves to the beasts | |
Submissive they are to be made | |
We need not to be held in their chains | |
Illusions but they can still hold | |
We rise within the strength | |
The One Who lays them to waste | |
Praising the Weapon that Cleanses our land | |
So perfect It' s Way unopposed | |
Punisher of the treacherous ones | |
UMu La MahRi | |
This Force no bolt withstands | |
For It' s now the Merciless One | |
Unquenchable rage in holds | |
Only sated when the last falls | |
Their deeds of treason | |
Unsees by the ones enchained | |
Ignorance which shielded the crimes | |
All seen by the All Knowing One | |
You' ll perish within the Hands | |
Of the Storm that means your end | |
These things you call your gods | |
These things, they save you not | |
Oh now you live the torment | |
Bound in the chains that enslaved us | |
Now you feel the suffering | |
That you bestowed upon your being | |
Live the pain of the Gnashing Teeth that' s | |
Grinding your bones enslaver | |
By what right did you bind us | |
Now you' ll reap the suffering | |
Oh there' s no mercy for you' ve | |
Broken the Sacred Laws you' ve | |
Taken the dreams of many | |
Lives you have bound and punished | |
For your crimes no repentance | |
Can turn back the Wrath | |
Which you' ve called on yourselves | |
By your deeds | |
No new life can arise | |
From a land once denounced | |
By my Lord | |
For unrivaled He stands | |
For no man may rise up | |
To enslave any other | |
Made free by Design of our God | |
That of Might shall | |
Define what is right | |
For unmatched is the Power | |
Of Chthhulhu Most High | |
Praising the Weapon that Cleanses our land | |
So perfect It' s Way unopposed | |
These things you praise as gods | |
These things, dispirited things |
zuò cí : Azagthoth | |
Why should we serve that which betrays | |
Leeches, they steal of our lives | |
Why should we lower ourselves to the beasts | |
Submissive they are to be made | |
We need not to be held in their chains | |
Illusions but they can still hold | |
We rise within the strength | |
The One Who lays them to waste | |
Praising the Weapon that Cleanses our land | |
So perfect It' s Way unopposed | |
Punisher of the treacherous ones | |
UMu La MahRi | |
This Force no bolt withstands | |
For It' s now the Merciless One | |
Unquenchable rage in holds | |
Only sated when the last falls | |
Their deeds of treason | |
Unsees by the ones enchained | |
Ignorance which shielded the crimes | |
All seen by the All Knowing One | |
You' ll perish within the Hands | |
Of the Storm that means your end | |
These things you call your gods | |
These things, they save you not | |
Oh now you live the torment | |
Bound in the chains that enslaved us | |
Now you feel the suffering | |
That you bestowed upon your being | |
Live the pain of the Gnashing Teeth that' s | |
Grinding your bones enslaver | |
By what right did you bind us | |
Now you' ll reap the suffering | |
Oh there' s no mercy for you' ve | |
Broken the Sacred Laws you' ve | |
Taken the dreams of many | |
Lives you have bound and punished | |
For your crimes no repentance | |
Can turn back the Wrath | |
Which you' ve called on yourselves | |
By your deeds | |
No new life can arise | |
From a land once denounced | |
By my Lord | |
For unrivaled He stands | |
For no man may rise up | |
To enslave any other | |
Made free by Design of our God | |
That of Might shall | |
Define what is right | |
For unmatched is the Power | |
Of Chthhulhu Most High | |
Praising the Weapon that Cleanses our land | |
So perfect It' s Way unopposed | |
These things you praise as gods | |
These things, dispirited things |