作曲 : Belfagor | |
...And into the corners of what is known and in order | |
You shall carry my voice | |
To awaken the Watery Serpent of Chaos | |
To swallow this world | |
For I am Death... | |
Disturbed in it's holy peace | |
Life taken from Death | |
Blood that is stirred in to butter | |
An image turned hostile | |
Shatter this mirror from which it mocks Thee | |
Misgrown diversity | |
Flaunting perversity | |
Vain existance where existance is Naught | |
Godless adverity | |
Broken Unity | |
Dividing the None into One | |
And the One into countless numbers | |
Slay them... | |
A countenance deformed, the grinning enemy | |
Waiting but to die | |
The None wants you back | |
For you are of me, and I am Death... | |
Aeons in perpetual rape and lament | |
Receive my deliverance | |
Welcome my redemtion | |
For I am joy, I am Death... | |
Join me... Die! |
zuo qu : Belfagor | |
... And into the corners of what is known and in order | |
You shall carry my voice | |
To awaken the Watery Serpent of Chaos | |
To swallow this world | |
For I am Death... | |
Disturbed in it' s holy peace | |
Life taken from Death | |
Blood that is stirred in to butter | |
An image turned hostile | |
Shatter this mirror from which it mocks Thee | |
Misgrown diversity | |
Flaunting perversity | |
Vain existance where existance is Naught | |
Godless adverity | |
Broken Unity | |
Dividing the None into One | |
And the One into countless numbers | |
Slay them... | |
A countenance deformed, the grinning enemy | |
Waiting but to die | |
The None wants you back | |
For you are of me, and I am Death... | |
Aeons in perpetual rape and lament | |
Receive my deliverance | |
Welcome my redemtion | |
For I am joy, I am Death... | |
Join me... Die! |
zuò qǔ : Belfagor | |
... And into the corners of what is known and in order | |
You shall carry my voice | |
To awaken the Watery Serpent of Chaos | |
To swallow this world | |
For I am Death... | |
Disturbed in it' s holy peace | |
Life taken from Death | |
Blood that is stirred in to butter | |
An image turned hostile | |
Shatter this mirror from which it mocks Thee | |
Misgrown diversity | |
Flaunting perversity | |
Vain existance where existance is Naught | |
Godless adverity | |
Broken Unity | |
Dividing the None into One | |
And the One into countless numbers | |
Slay them... | |
A countenance deformed, the grinning enemy | |
Waiting but to die | |
The None wants you back | |
For you are of me, and I am Death... | |
Aeons in perpetual rape and lament | |
Receive my deliverance | |
Welcome my redemtion | |
For I am joy, I am Death... | |
Join me... Die! |