| Song | Seeds Of The Doomed |
| Artist | Autopsy |
| Album | Macabre Eternal |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : seeds of the doomed |
| [00:45.41] | Strangled daylight fading, soon I'll crawl out |
| [00:51.60] | To whisper to the bones I've scattered about |
| [01:00.91] | Arranging the bones |
| [01:04.79] | The bones on the moor |
| [01:08.22] | Seeds of the doomed |
| [01:11.60] | So perfect they are |
| [01:27.41] | We draw closer every time when we speak |
| [01:34.41] | They want others like them to be complete |
| [01:44.42] | Arranging the bones |
| [01:50.17] | The bones on the moor |
| [01:51.60] | Seeds of the doomed |
| [01:54.23] | So perfect they are |
| [01:58.60] | |
| [02:02.73] | So perfect they are |
| [02:14.48] | |
| [02:25.98] | Below the ground when the sun is high |
| [02:29.16] | In solitude I deconstruct my prize |
| [02:33.29] | I chew the mangled meat right off the bone |
| [02:36.54] | In the darkness down here all alone |
| [03:32.23] | Skeletal sockets peering out through the mist |
| [03:38.54] | Sun bleached fingers point while the stale winds hiss |
| [03:48.48] | Arranging the bones |
| [03:51.60] | The bones on the moor |
| [03:55.54] | Seeds of the doomed |
| [03:58.73] | So perfect they are |
| [04:05.29] | |
| [04:30.03] | I've stripped the pieces from their counterparts |
| [04:33.75] | Nocturnal placement as a work of art |
| [04:37.75] | This place is mine, nobody else comes here |
| [04:43.13] | If they do they'll only disappear |
| [04:46.94] | end |
| [04:47.13] |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : seeds of the doomed |
| [00:45.41] | Strangled daylight fading, soon I' ll crawl out |
| [00:51.60] | To whisper to the bones I' ve scattered about |
| [01:00.91] | Arranging the bones |
| [01:04.79] | The bones on the moor |
| [01:08.22] | Seeds of the doomed |
| [01:11.60] | So perfect they are |
| [01:27.41] | We draw closer every time when we speak |
| [01:34.41] | They want others like them to be complete |
| [01:44.42] | Arranging the bones |
| [01:50.17] | The bones on the moor |
| [01:51.60] | Seeds of the doomed |
| [01:54.23] | So perfect they are |
| [01:58.60] | |
| [02:02.73] | So perfect they are |
| [02:14.48] | |
| [02:25.98] | Below the ground when the sun is high |
| [02:29.16] | In solitude I deconstruct my prize |
| [02:33.29] | I chew the mangled meat right off the bone |
| [02:36.54] | In the darkness down here all alone |
| [03:32.23] | Skeletal sockets peering out through the mist |
| [03:38.54] | Sun bleached fingers point while the stale winds hiss |
| [03:48.48] | Arranging the bones |
| [03:51.60] | The bones on the moor |
| [03:55.54] | Seeds of the doomed |
| [03:58.73] | So perfect they are |
| [04:05.29] | |
| [04:30.03] | I' ve stripped the pieces from their counterparts |
| [04:33.75] | Nocturnal placement as a work of art |
| [04:37.75] | This place is mine, nobody else comes here |
| [04:43.13] | If they do they' ll only disappear |
| [04:46.94] | end |
| [04:47.13] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : seeds of the doomed |
| [00:45.41] | Strangled daylight fading, soon I' ll crawl out |
| [00:51.60] | To whisper to the bones I' ve scattered about |
| [01:00.91] | Arranging the bones |
| [01:04.79] | The bones on the moor |
| [01:08.22] | Seeds of the doomed |
| [01:11.60] | So perfect they are |
| [01:27.41] | We draw closer every time when we speak |
| [01:34.41] | They want others like them to be complete |
| [01:44.42] | Arranging the bones |
| [01:50.17] | The bones on the moor |
| [01:51.60] | Seeds of the doomed |
| [01:54.23] | So perfect they are |
| [01:58.60] | |
| [02:02.73] | So perfect they are |
| [02:14.48] | |
| [02:25.98] | Below the ground when the sun is high |
| [02:29.16] | In solitude I deconstruct my prize |
| [02:33.29] | I chew the mangled meat right off the bone |
| [02:36.54] | In the darkness down here all alone |
| [03:32.23] | Skeletal sockets peering out through the mist |
| [03:38.54] | Sun bleached fingers point while the stale winds hiss |
| [03:48.48] | Arranging the bones |
| [03:51.60] | The bones on the moor |
| [03:55.54] | Seeds of the doomed |
| [03:58.73] | So perfect they are |
| [04:05.29] | |
| [04:30.03] | I' ve stripped the pieces from their counterparts |
| [04:33.75] | Nocturnal placement as a work of art |
| [04:37.75] | This place is mine, nobody else comes here |
| [04:43.13] | If they do they' ll only disappear |
| [04:46.94] | end |
| [04:47.13] |