Cult of Death 歌词

	作曲 : Corpse
	We stand before thee
	The ancient god of death
	And we kneel before the pit
	The path to your kingdom come
	Cast away by the shadows
	Now you rule in the deep
	True king of the void
	Come make us clean
	Before the dawn of men
	Inside these temple walls
	Unholy oaths were sworn
	Among the chosen ones
	To be held in secrecy
	To be held in silence
	Until the day would come
	For him to arrive
	Gathering at the circle
	The ritual is soon complete
	Eerie rumbling can be heard
	It's coming from the world between
	Whispering with the unpure tongue
	Spoken only by this god
	Stronger than the starless aeons
	Stronger than the weight of time
	We are the cult of death - we keep the flames alive
	We are the cult of death - the children of the scorn
	Consuming dark begins to grow
	The hour of coming approaches
	The ceremony has proceeded
	Everflowing stream has opened
	We are the cult of death - we keep the flames alive
	We are the cult of death - the children of the scorn
	Stench of death closing in
	He is coming from the deepest depths
	Come and seek your might
	From the face of this earth
	Destroyer - conqueror - legion - tyrant
	This wait is soon to be over
	As the walls are breeding doom
	Thy mighty force of evil
	Repulsive yet so pure
	As we see them, horns arising
	All is covered in black blood
	Three heads, three mouths for blaspheming
	Bears this one true king
	Destroyer - conqueror - legion - tyrant
	Our hearts are filled with pride
	He is greater than we thought
	Strong as the mountainside
	Strong as the stormiest sea

	zuo qu : Corpse
	We stand before thee
	The ancient god of death
	And we kneel before the pit
	The path to your kingdom come
	Cast away by the shadows
	Now you rule in the deep
	True king of the void
	Come make us clean
	Before the dawn of men
	Inside these temple walls
	Unholy oaths were sworn
	Among the chosen ones
	To be held in secrecy
	To be held in silence
	Until the day would come
	For him to arrive
	Gathering at the circle
	The ritual is soon complete
	Eerie rumbling can be heard
	It' s coming from the world between
	Whispering with the unpure tongue
	Spoken only by this god
	Stronger than the starless aeons
	Stronger than the weight of time
	We are the cult of death we keep the flames alive
	We are the cult of death the children of the scorn
	Consuming dark begins to grow
	The hour of coming approaches
	The ceremony has proceeded
	Everflowing stream has opened
	We are the cult of death we keep the flames alive
	We are the cult of death the children of the scorn
	Stench of death closing in
	He is coming from the deepest depths
	Come and seek your might
	From the face of this earth
	Destroyer conqueror legion tyrant
	This wait is soon to be over
	As the walls are breeding doom
	Thy mighty force of evil
	Repulsive yet so pure
	As we see them, horns arising
	All is covered in black blood
	Three heads, three mouths for blaspheming
	Bears this one true king
	Destroyer conqueror legion tyrant
	Our hearts are filled with pride
	He is greater than we thought
	Strong as the mountainside
	Strong as the stormiest sea

	zuò qǔ : Corpse
	We stand before thee
	The ancient god of death
	And we kneel before the pit
	The path to your kingdom come
	Cast away by the shadows
	Now you rule in the deep
	True king of the void
	Come make us clean
	Before the dawn of men
	Inside these temple walls
	Unholy oaths were sworn
	Among the chosen ones
	To be held in secrecy
	To be held in silence
	Until the day would come
	For him to arrive
	Gathering at the circle
	The ritual is soon complete
	Eerie rumbling can be heard
	It' s coming from the world between
	Whispering with the unpure tongue
	Spoken only by this god
	Stronger than the starless aeons
	Stronger than the weight of time
	We are the cult of death we keep the flames alive
	We are the cult of death the children of the scorn
	Consuming dark begins to grow
	The hour of coming approaches
	The ceremony has proceeded
	Everflowing stream has opened
	We are the cult of death we keep the flames alive
	We are the cult of death the children of the scorn
	Stench of death closing in
	He is coming from the deepest depths
	Come and seek your might
	From the face of this earth
	Destroyer conqueror legion tyrant
	This wait is soon to be over
	As the walls are breeding doom
	Thy mighty force of evil
	Repulsive yet so pure
	As we see them, horns arising
	All is covered in black blood
	Three heads, three mouths for blaspheming
	Bears this one true king
	Destroyer conqueror legion tyrant
	Our hearts are filled with pride
	He is greater than we thought
	Strong as the mountainside
	Strong as the stormiest sea

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