Song | Into the Temple of Humiliation |
Artist | Dismember |
Album | God That Never Was |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Blomqvist, Estby, Persson | |
Long since dust the ethics of man | |
Unanimous prayer nothing more than | |
Grains of desert sand | |
The salvation they strive for | |
Will not come from above | |
I'll keep watching them from below | |
Keeping a blade to hand | |
When gods are dethroned | |
And prophets lie dead | |
Long dead lords awaiting fire ahead | |
Serpents from forgotten depths | |
Turning whispers into roars | |
Forever changing | |
The martyr' heaven bound course | |
Another burst of crimson | |
To the sea already spilt | |
Blood raining down | |
On mosques and temples like guilt | |
Angel of punishment | |
Obscuring the sky | |
Shaped from redemption | |
Selling suicide | |
Haunted eyes | |
Paralyzed | |
Something dead | |
Resides inside | |
Unwelcome in this tomb | |
Destined to terror a promise breeding | |
From darkened wombs | |
Raw fear | |
The sharpest weapon of war | |
Fanatic Madness | |
Profound naming the path of the pure | |
Paramount desire | |
Burning at the stake | |
To avenge something sacred | |
A message of unending hate | |
The ground will drink their blood | |
When i've cut their throats | |
Into the temple of humiliation | |
The righteous will float |
zuo ci : Blomqvist, Estby, Persson | |
Long since dust the ethics of man | |
Unanimous prayer nothing more than | |
Grains of desert sand | |
The salvation they strive for | |
Will not come from above | |
I' ll keep watching them from below | |
Keeping a blade to hand | |
When gods are dethroned | |
And prophets lie dead | |
Long dead lords awaiting fire ahead | |
Serpents from forgotten depths | |
Turning whispers into roars | |
Forever changing | |
The martyr' heaven bound course | |
Another burst of crimson | |
To the sea already spilt | |
Blood raining down | |
On mosques and temples like guilt | |
Angel of punishment | |
Obscuring the sky | |
Shaped from redemption | |
Selling suicide | |
Haunted eyes | |
Paralyzed | |
Something dead | |
Resides inside | |
Unwelcome in this tomb | |
Destined to terror a promise breeding | |
From darkened wombs | |
Raw fear | |
The sharpest weapon of war | |
Fanatic Madness | |
Profound naming the path of the pure | |
Paramount desire | |
Burning at the stake | |
To avenge something sacred | |
A message of unending hate | |
The ground will drink their blood | |
When i' ve cut their throats | |
Into the temple of humiliation | |
The righteous will float |
zuò cí : Blomqvist, Estby, Persson | |
Long since dust the ethics of man | |
Unanimous prayer nothing more than | |
Grains of desert sand | |
The salvation they strive for | |
Will not come from above | |
I' ll keep watching them from below | |
Keeping a blade to hand | |
When gods are dethroned | |
And prophets lie dead | |
Long dead lords awaiting fire ahead | |
Serpents from forgotten depths | |
Turning whispers into roars | |
Forever changing | |
The martyr' heaven bound course | |
Another burst of crimson | |
To the sea already spilt | |
Blood raining down | |
On mosques and temples like guilt | |
Angel of punishment | |
Obscuring the sky | |
Shaped from redemption | |
Selling suicide | |
Haunted eyes | |
Paralyzed | |
Something dead | |
Resides inside | |
Unwelcome in this tomb | |
Destined to terror a promise breeding | |
From darkened wombs | |
Raw fear | |
The sharpest weapon of war | |
Fanatic Madness | |
Profound naming the path of the pure | |
Paramount desire | |
Burning at the stake | |
To avenge something sacred | |
A message of unending hate | |
The ground will drink their blood | |
When i' ve cut their throats | |
Into the temple of humiliation | |
The righteous will float |