Song | Mephitication |
Artist | Blood Red Throne |
Album | Altered Genesis |
作曲 : Død, Mr. Hustler, Tchort | |
Demiurge, I ate your first flesh | |
And in rapture I descended upon you | |
Consumed all self-composed illusions | |
Infesting what's left for all to breathe | |
Decadent human birth | |
Frantic mutilation | |
Injected with needles | |
Converted to vile | |
Flesh decomposed with infected bile | |
Devoured from inside | |
Mouth filled with froth | |
Face pealed in agony when spasms contort | |
Soaked in urine | |
Immense seizure crawl | |
Alive and rotting | |
But still able to breath | |
Humanoid virus | |
Hangar gates open | |
Transported inside | |
Gliding in pain among tanks that surrounds you | |
Lowered into the body slide | |
Skull and chest punctured with metallic probes | |
Consciousness preserved in chemical solution | |
Un-dead device for mephitic deeds | |
Embalmed atrocity | |
Contamination seeds | |
Demiurge, I ate your first flesh | |
And in rapture I descended upon you | |
Consumed all self-composed illusions | |
Infesting what's left for all to breathe | |
Devoured from inside | |
Mouth filled with froth | |
Face pealed in agony when spasms contort |
zuò qǔ : D d, Mr. Hustler, Tchort | |
Demiurge, I ate your first flesh | |
And in rapture I descended upon you | |
Consumed all selfcomposed illusions | |
Infesting what' s left for all to breathe | |
Decadent human birth | |
Frantic mutilation | |
Injected with needles | |
Converted to vile | |
Flesh decomposed with infected bile | |
Devoured from inside | |
Mouth filled with froth | |
Face pealed in agony when spasms contort | |
Soaked in urine | |
Immense seizure crawl | |
Alive and rotting | |
But still able to breath | |
Humanoid virus | |
Hangar gates open | |
Transported inside | |
Gliding in pain among tanks that surrounds you | |
Lowered into the body slide | |
Skull and chest punctured with metallic probes | |
Consciousness preserved in chemical solution | |
Undead device for mephitic deeds | |
Embalmed atrocity | |
Contamination seeds | |
Demiurge, I ate your first flesh | |
And in rapture I descended upon you | |
Consumed all selfcomposed illusions | |
Infesting what' s left for all to breathe | |
Devoured from inside | |
Mouth filled with froth | |
Face pealed in agony when spasms contort |