Song | Hang the Vermin |
Artist | Destroy Destroy Destroy |
Album | Devour the Power |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Destroy Destroy Destroy | |
Blood stains run down the castle walls, | |
Down the stairs and into green gold | |
Shadows of an invisible war haunt the streets | |
Mass hysteria tramples the old, | |
Drowns the young into the depths of a torror whose treachery runs deep | |
Deep enough to disembowel the earth | |
Grab them by the throat, rip out a chunk and salt the hole | |
Reputation is inept when waging war | |
The death of a holy one is worth fighting for | |
Hang the vermin! | |
We will exterminate the night | |
You'll be the first to die at the gallows | |
The sound of your spin snap tingles me to the bone | |
Retrubution is a cause worth fighting for, The whores of restlessness are begging for more | |
We're on the brink of the death of a golden age, an age where all there is to get paid | |
At the price of the golden age, all the damage done |
zuo qu : Destroy Destroy Destroy | |
Blood stains run down the castle walls, | |
Down the stairs and into green gold | |
Shadows of an invisible war haunt the streets | |
Mass hysteria tramples the old, | |
Drowns the young into the depths of a torror whose treachery runs deep | |
Deep enough to disembowel the earth | |
Grab them by the throat, rip out a chunk and salt the hole | |
Reputation is inept when waging war | |
The death of a holy one is worth fighting for | |
Hang the vermin! | |
We will exterminate the night | |
You' ll be the first to die at the gallows | |
The sound of your spin snap tingles me to the bone | |
Retrubution is a cause worth fighting for, The whores of restlessness are begging for more | |
We' re on the brink of the death of a golden age, an age where all there is to get paid | |
At the price of the golden age, all the damage done |
zuò qǔ : Destroy Destroy Destroy | |
Blood stains run down the castle walls, | |
Down the stairs and into green gold | |
Shadows of an invisible war haunt the streets | |
Mass hysteria tramples the old, | |
Drowns the young into the depths of a torror whose treachery runs deep | |
Deep enough to disembowel the earth | |
Grab them by the throat, rip out a chunk and salt the hole | |
Reputation is inept when waging war | |
The death of a holy one is worth fighting for | |
Hang the vermin! | |
We will exterminate the night | |
You' ll be the first to die at the gallows | |
The sound of your spin snap tingles me to the bone | |
Retrubution is a cause worth fighting for, The whores of restlessness are begging for more | |
We' re on the brink of the death of a golden age, an age where all there is to get paid | |
At the price of the golden age, all the damage done |