| Song | Angelskingarden |
| Artist | Cryptopsy |
| Album | Once Was Not |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cryptopsy, Levasseur ... | |
| Angelskingarden | |
| Touched by Jeqon | |
| The inciter | |
| Well-rounded womanflesh | |
| Doth tempt | |
| The angels of the watch | |
| To sin | |
| And their sons are | |
| Nephilim | |
| Thrice blessed are we in his garden | |
| We have the world, our health, our kin: | |
| As we ?go forth and multiply? | |
| We take form each other's skin | |
| Endogamy: the choice of millions | |
| In (all their) elemental ugliness: | |
| In the echoes of repetition | |
| Imperfection sires itself | |
| Nothing in life | |
| Has any business being perfect: | |
| It's an affront | |
| To anyone with good taste | |
| Choice is divine | |
| So choose family over strangers: | |
| Why trouble the waters | |
| Of the gene pool for a mate? | |
| Carbon Vessel | |
| Carbon content | |
| Carbon copy | |
| ...Carbonize... | |
| Like a lump between two surgeons | |
| Man quivers 'twixt desire and need: | |
| The law is the will, and we've chosen | |
| The kingdom of which we would be | |
| In filial sect | |
| We are genesis incarnate: | |
| In our faces | |
| We see manifest destiny | |
| (and) leave nothing alive | |
| With thoughts of heaven come deeds of flesh: | |
| We'd look once more upon his holy visage | |
| And our children whom we've known and wed | |
| (are) our means to recreate his image | |
| In lurking fear of his displeasure | |
| After dark, between their cries | |
| In the eye of the beholder: | |
| This is where beauty dies |
| zuo ci : Cryptopsy, Levasseur ... | |
| Angelskingarden | |
| Touched by Jeqon | |
| The inciter | |
| Wellrounded womanflesh | |
| Doth tempt | |
| The angels of the watch | |
| To sin | |
| And their sons are | |
| Nephilim | |
| Thrice blessed are we in his garden | |
| We have the world, our health, our kin: | |
| As we ? go forth and multiply? | |
| We take form each other' s skin | |
| Endogamy: the choice of millions | |
| In all their elemental ugliness: | |
| In the echoes of repetition | |
| Imperfection sires itself | |
| Nothing in life | |
| Has any business being perfect: | |
| It' s an affront | |
| To anyone with good taste | |
| Choice is divine | |
| So choose family over strangers: | |
| Why trouble the waters | |
| Of the gene pool for a mate? | |
| Carbon Vessel | |
| Carbon content | |
| Carbon copy | |
| ... Carbonize... | |
| Like a lump between two surgeons | |
| Man quivers ' twixt desire and need: | |
| The law is the will, and we' ve chosen | |
| The kingdom of which we would be | |
| In filial sect | |
| We are genesis incarnate: | |
| In our faces | |
| We see manifest destiny | |
| and leave nothing alive | |
| With thoughts of heaven come deeds of flesh: | |
| We' d look once more upon his holy visage | |
| And our children whom we' ve known and wed | |
| are our means to recreate his image | |
| In lurking fear of his displeasure | |
| After dark, between their cries | |
| In the eye of the beholder: | |
| This is where beauty dies |
| zuò cí : Cryptopsy, Levasseur ... | |
| Angelskingarden | |
| Touched by Jeqon | |
| The inciter | |
| Wellrounded womanflesh | |
| Doth tempt | |
| The angels of the watch | |
| To sin | |
| And their sons are | |
| Nephilim | |
| Thrice blessed are we in his garden | |
| We have the world, our health, our kin: | |
| As we ? go forth and multiply? | |
| We take form each other' s skin | |
| Endogamy: the choice of millions | |
| In all their elemental ugliness: | |
| In the echoes of repetition | |
| Imperfection sires itself | |
| Nothing in life | |
| Has any business being perfect: | |
| It' s an affront | |
| To anyone with good taste | |
| Choice is divine | |
| So choose family over strangers: | |
| Why trouble the waters | |
| Of the gene pool for a mate? | |
| Carbon Vessel | |
| Carbon content | |
| Carbon copy | |
| ... Carbonize... | |
| Like a lump between two surgeons | |
| Man quivers ' twixt desire and need: | |
| The law is the will, and we' ve chosen | |
| The kingdom of which we would be | |
| In filial sect | |
| We are genesis incarnate: | |
| In our faces | |
| We see manifest destiny | |
| and leave nothing alive | |
| With thoughts of heaven come deeds of flesh: | |
| We' d look once more upon his holy visage | |
| And our children whom we' ve known and wed | |
| are our means to recreate his image | |
| In lurking fear of his displeasure | |
| After dark, between their cries | |
| In the eye of the beholder: | |
| This is where beauty dies |