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Render my prey

	作曲 : Bryssling, Röndum
	Grave insomnia has now obtained my strung out mind.
	Robbed of the one place that gives me solitude from them.
	I must now face the perfected madness that will eat me as I'm slowly turning into what I dread.
	Deprived of sight, my introverted eyes guides my awake steps into sinfulness.
	Profane is the soul purpose here, I know it and still I let my inner steer me.
	I am becoming the infestation, now it's clear what I intend to do
	As I reach the house of god I'll take and keep my price forever.
	Render my prey as I descend, render my prey.
	Web of cords stretched from heel to throat.
	With Iron ropes I strap him down and hard.
	The blood in my plams shimmers with the rust.
	Caught in a lonesome sermon he never saw me come.
	Dragged out from his abode, a robe of the fallen now bestowed.
	Useless struggling for it's not my mind that drives my actions
	It is clearly a non human authority.
	Candles of a thousand not lit by hands of man.
	In my blinded darkness, lights my depraved path.
	Where's my solace, this deed gave me no fractions of inner peace
	Although I know I have him alive, a purpose I dear not quest for nor implement.
	Through serpent eyes I watch my hands do carnal damage as they hung him up
	swinging from the ceiling upside down.
	Render my prey as I descend, render my prey
	Web of cords stretched from heel to throat.
	With Iron ropes I strap him down and hard.
	The blood in my plams shimmers with the rust.
	Caught in a lonesome sermon he never saw me come

	zuò qǔ : Bryssling, R ndum
	Grave insomnia has now obtained my strung out mind.
	Robbed of the one place that gives me solitude from them.
	I must now face the perfected madness that will eat me as I' m slowly turning into what I dread.
	Deprived of sight, my introverted eyes guides my awake steps into sinfulness.
	Profane is the soul purpose here, I know it and still I let my inner steer me.
	I am becoming the infestation, now it' s clear what I intend to do
	As I reach the house of god I' ll take and keep my price forever.
	Render my prey as I descend, render my prey.
	Web of cords stretched from heel to throat.
	With Iron ropes I strap him down and hard.
	The blood in my plams shimmers with the rust.
	Caught in a lonesome sermon he never saw me come.
	Dragged out from his abode, a robe of the fallen now bestowed.
	Useless struggling for it' s not my mind that drives my actions
	It is clearly a non human authority.
	Candles of a thousand not lit by hands of man.
	In my blinded darkness, lights my depraved path.
	Where' s my solace, this deed gave me no fractions of inner peace
	Although I know I have him alive, a purpose I dear not quest for nor implement.
	Through serpent eyes I watch my hands do carnal damage as they hung him up
	swinging from the ceiling upside down.
	Render my prey as I descend, render my prey
	Web of cords stretched from heel to throat.
	With Iron ropes I strap him down and hard.
	The blood in my plams shimmers with the rust.
	Caught in a lonesome sermon he never saw me come