歌曲 | Existo Vulgoré |
歌手 | Morbid Angel |
专辑 | Illud Divinum Insanus |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
My sour images dispelling all doubt | |
One sip of poison and my darkness comes out | |
Like glass reflecting all the venom I see | |
My spirit taken Task and now I will forever be | |
Vulgore of the gory | |
Vulgore for the glory glory | |
Vulgore tells the ugly story | |
Vulgore existo vulgoré | |
All the worldly deeds of malice displayed | |
From a wicked recipe this potion is made | |
Each drop of future's bleak and calloused in view | |
Sick clerics unprepared for vulgore I spew | |
I rejoice in awful ways | |
I sickly tune the worst of days | |
To have unreason's show to tell | |
All the world is a victim 'cause I'm rainsing hell | |
Go gore the race is on to find a pure one | |
With simple subjects | |
Oh this never could be fun | |
Gore spreads a santo duelo como nino | |
Feliz un día cuando gore golpea |
My sour images dispelling all doubt | |
One sip of poison and my darkness comes out | |
Like glass reflecting all the venom I see | |
My spirit taken Task and now I will forever be | |
Vulgore of the gory | |
Vulgore for the glory glory | |
Vulgore tells the ugly story | |
Vulgore existo vulgore | |
All the worldly deeds of malice displayed | |
From a wicked recipe this potion is made | |
Each drop of future' s bleak and calloused in view | |
Sick clerics unprepared for vulgore I spew | |
I rejoice in awful ways | |
I sickly tune the worst of days | |
To have unreason' s show to tell | |
All the world is a victim ' cause I' m rainsing hell | |
Go gore the race is on to find a pure one | |
With simple subjects | |
Oh this never could be fun | |
Gore spreads a santo duelo como nino | |
Feliz un di a cuando gore golpea |
My sour images dispelling all doubt | |
One sip of poison and my darkness comes out | |
Like glass reflecting all the venom I see | |
My spirit taken Task and now I will forever be | |
Vulgore of the gory | |
Vulgore for the glory glory | |
Vulgore tells the ugly story | |
Vulgore existo vulgoré | |
All the worldly deeds of malice displayed | |
From a wicked recipe this potion is made | |
Each drop of future' s bleak and calloused in view | |
Sick clerics unprepared for vulgore I spew | |
I rejoice in awful ways | |
I sickly tune the worst of days | |
To have unreason' s show to tell | |
All the world is a victim ' cause I' m rainsing hell | |
Go gore the race is on to find a pure one | |
With simple subjects | |
Oh this never could be fun | |
Gore spreads a santo duelo como nino | |
Feliz un dí a cuando gore golpea |