歌曲 | Church of Deviance |
歌手 | Spawn of Possession |
专辑 | Cabinet |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bryssling, Röndum | |
The symptoms on the rotten boy was not the usual ones | |
Spiritual invasion on he's undisputed soul | |
Took him out for cleansing to a place they thought would heal | |
That it was a haunted church was soon to them revealed | |
Generates the seed within him | |
It's sick and spectral in a sence of viewing | |
The room seemes moving but still it's lifeless | |
And on the wall hangs the cross with jesus wheeping | |
Boy keeps rotting, shaking, spewing on the churches floor | |
The demon deep inside him is determined to triumph | |
The church inbreeds a horror feel, it sounds as if it calls | |
Suddenly the boy lays still his fucking head is cracked | |
Rotten boy – rotts – something seeped out through his skull | |
Left his corpse – trown – cast into the churches halls | |
Voices whisper, chanting, calling churning through the fundament | |
Boy is dead the demon's free to haunt the church of deviance | |
Voices whisper, chanting, calling churning through the fundament | |
Boy is dead the demon's free – church of deviance | |
Pure evil is upon them and embrace the church | |
Sin and vile disorder burst into a sickened rage | |
Chaste and clean the puny father tries to hide from death – pain – deviance | |
Doors are looked there's no escape from this place | |
No one leaves this haunted building without getting scared | |
Demonized no light protects them from the force which is done when some souls are wasted | |
The church's now rotten and haunted for all times | |
Who ever challenged the way's of the dark side | |
Until the next one comes the force is in it's rest | |
And those who brought the rotten boy now suffers death | |
Voices whisper, chanting, calling churning through the fundament | |
Boy is dead the demon's free to haunt the church of deviance | |
Voices whisper, chanting, calling churning through the fundament | |
Boy is dead the demon's free to haunt the church of deviance |
zuo qu : Bryssling, R ndum | |
The symptoms on the rotten boy was not the usual ones | |
Spiritual invasion on he' s undisputed soul | |
Took him out for cleansing to a place they thought would heal | |
That it was a haunted church was soon to them revealed | |
Generates the seed within him | |
It' s sick and spectral in a sence of viewing | |
The room seemes moving but still it' s lifeless | |
And on the wall hangs the cross with jesus wheeping | |
Boy keeps rotting, shaking, spewing on the churches floor | |
The demon deep inside him is determined to triumph | |
The church inbreeds a horror feel, it sounds as if it calls | |
Suddenly the boy lays still his fucking head is cracked | |
Rotten boy rotts something seeped out through his skull | |
Left his corpse trown cast into the churches halls | |
Voices whisper, chanting, calling churning through the fundament | |
Boy is dead the demon' s free to haunt the church of deviance | |
Voices whisper, chanting, calling churning through the fundament | |
Boy is dead the demon' s free church of deviance | |
Pure evil is upon them and embrace the church | |
Sin and vile disorder burst into a sickened rage | |
Chaste and clean the puny father tries to hide from death pain deviance | |
Doors are looked there' s no escape from this place | |
No one leaves this haunted building without getting scared | |
Demonized no light protects them from the force which is done when some souls are wasted | |
The church' s now rotten and haunted for all times | |
Who ever challenged the way' s of the dark side | |
Until the next one comes the force is in it' s rest | |
And those who brought the rotten boy now suffers death | |
Voices whisper, chanting, calling churning through the fundament | |
Boy is dead the demon' s free to haunt the church of deviance | |
Voices whisper, chanting, calling churning through the fundament | |
Boy is dead the demon' s free to haunt the church of deviance |
zuò qǔ : Bryssling, R ndum | |
The symptoms on the rotten boy was not the usual ones | |
Spiritual invasion on he' s undisputed soul | |
Took him out for cleansing to a place they thought would heal | |
That it was a haunted church was soon to them revealed | |
Generates the seed within him | |
It' s sick and spectral in a sence of viewing | |
The room seemes moving but still it' s lifeless | |
And on the wall hangs the cross with jesus wheeping | |
Boy keeps rotting, shaking, spewing on the churches floor | |
The demon deep inside him is determined to triumph | |
The church inbreeds a horror feel, it sounds as if it calls | |
Suddenly the boy lays still his fucking head is cracked | |
Rotten boy rotts something seeped out through his skull | |
Left his corpse trown cast into the churches halls | |
Voices whisper, chanting, calling churning through the fundament | |
Boy is dead the demon' s free to haunt the church of deviance | |
Voices whisper, chanting, calling churning through the fundament | |
Boy is dead the demon' s free church of deviance | |
Pure evil is upon them and embrace the church | |
Sin and vile disorder burst into a sickened rage | |
Chaste and clean the puny father tries to hide from death pain deviance | |
Doors are looked there' s no escape from this place | |
No one leaves this haunted building without getting scared | |
Demonized no light protects them from the force which is done when some souls are wasted | |
The church' s now rotten and haunted for all times | |
Who ever challenged the way' s of the dark side | |
Until the next one comes the force is in it' s rest | |
And those who brought the rotten boy now suffers death | |
Voices whisper, chanting, calling churning through the fundament | |
Boy is dead the demon' s free to haunt the church of deviance | |
Voices whisper, chanting, calling churning through the fundament | |
Boy is dead the demon' s free to haunt the church of deviance |