作曲 : Crionics, Waran | |
Rye'eh'X'Dyh gives clearance to land | |
Lower the range of operation | |
Of the control mechanisms | |
Transgalactic transmission | |
Initiation of contact or a warning? | |
"World in arms" is just a moment | |
A desperate attempt of self-defence | |
Welcome slaves! | |
Pitch time phantom system | |
Is still but a bliss | |
Too late to change your fate | |
Manking will never be the same again | |
...never | |
Hatred, ignorance and vanity | |
Is what feeds your destruction | |
We come at will not to punish or destroy | |
Weak become slaves or fall pray | |
When a man turns against his brother | |
Allowing hatred to distort the sight | |
Let us watch them turn into cripples | |
Before our eyes | |
When a man turns against his allies | |
And out of pride he cuts off his limbs | |
There is already more of a doomsday | |
Than it seems |
zuo qu : Crionics, Waran | |
Rye' eh' X' Dyh gives clearance to land | |
Lower the range of operation | |
Of the control mechanisms | |
Transgalactic transmission | |
Initiation of contact or a warning? | |
" World in arms" is just a moment | |
A desperate attempt of selfdefence | |
Welcome slaves! | |
Pitch time phantom system | |
Is still but a bliss | |
Too late to change your fate | |
Manking will never be the same again | |
... never | |
Hatred, ignorance and vanity | |
Is what feeds your destruction | |
We come at will not to punish or destroy | |
Weak become slaves or fall pray | |
When a man turns against his brother | |
Allowing hatred to distort the sight | |
Let us watch them turn into cripples | |
Before our eyes | |
When a man turns against his allies | |
And out of pride he cuts off his limbs | |
There is already more of a doomsday | |
Than it seems |
zuò qǔ : Crionics, Waran | |
Rye' eh' X' Dyh gives clearance to land | |
Lower the range of operation | |
Of the control mechanisms | |
Transgalactic transmission | |
Initiation of contact or a warning? | |
" World in arms" is just a moment | |
A desperate attempt of selfdefence | |
Welcome slaves! | |
Pitch time phantom system | |
Is still but a bliss | |
Too late to change your fate | |
Manking will never be the same again | |
... never | |
Hatred, ignorance and vanity | |
Is what feeds your destruction | |
We come at will not to punish or destroy | |
Weak become slaves or fall pray | |
When a man turns against his brother | |
Allowing hatred to distort the sight | |
Let us watch them turn into cripples | |
Before our eyes | |
When a man turns against his allies | |
And out of pride he cuts off his limbs | |
There is already more of a doomsday | |
Than it seems |