Smite Lyrics
| Song | Smite |
| Artist | Blood Red Throne |
| Album | Altered Genesis |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Død, Mr. Hustler, Tchort | |
| Incessant desire for flesh | |
| I chew on your face and mark it with stabs | |
| Make you drown in its pity | |
| As blood covers my face | |
| Indulging my passion | |
| In the devils embrace | |
| Sadistic it may seem | |
| And so it is! | |
| Peremptory assassin | |
| I've got some time to play | |
| I thrive to kill | |
| Can't talk me out of this | |
| Was born with ill-will | |
| Mutilated into art As your suspended ribs comes apart | |
| Your skin is torn from tool grips | |
| I crush your fingertips | |
| Together with my conscience | |
| The insatiable urge to smother | |
| Confirms that I'm a killer | |
| Deformed to the extreme | |
| Now you know it's real | |
| Violence and no remorse | |
| No mercy on my quest | |
| Impaled with demonic force | |
| Severe bleeding chest | |
| Saturated with blood | |
| To smite | |
| Mutilated into art As your suspended ribs comes apart | |
| Your skin is torn from tool grips | |
| I crush your fingertips | |
| Together with my conscience |
| zuo qu : D d, Mr. Hustler, Tchort | |
| Incessant desire for flesh | |
| I chew on your face and mark it with stabs | |
| Make you drown in its pity | |
| As blood covers my face | |
| Indulging my passion | |
| In the devils embrace | |
| Sadistic it may seem | |
| And so it is! | |
| Peremptory assassin | |
| I' ve got some time to play | |
| I thrive to kill | |
| Can' t talk me out of this | |
| Was born with illwill | |
| Mutilated into art As your suspended ribs comes apart | |
| Your skin is torn from tool grips | |
| I crush your fingertips | |
| Together with my conscience | |
| The insatiable urge to smother | |
| Confirms that I' m a killer | |
| Deformed to the extreme | |
| Now you know it' s real | |
| Violence and no remorse | |
| No mercy on my quest | |
| Impaled with demonic force | |
| Severe bleeding chest | |
| Saturated with blood | |
| To smite | |
| Mutilated into art As your suspended ribs comes apart | |
| Your skin is torn from tool grips | |
| I crush your fingertips | |
| Together with my conscience |
| zuò qǔ : D d, Mr. Hustler, Tchort | |
| Incessant desire for flesh | |
| I chew on your face and mark it with stabs | |
| Make you drown in its pity | |
| As blood covers my face | |
| Indulging my passion | |
| In the devils embrace | |
| Sadistic it may seem | |
| And so it is! | |
| Peremptory assassin | |
| I' ve got some time to play | |
| I thrive to kill | |
| Can' t talk me out of this | |
| Was born with illwill | |
| Mutilated into art As your suspended ribs comes apart | |
| Your skin is torn from tool grips | |
| I crush your fingertips | |
| Together with my conscience | |
| The insatiable urge to smother | |
| Confirms that I' m a killer | |
| Deformed to the extreme | |
| Now you know it' s real | |
| Violence and no remorse | |
| No mercy on my quest | |
| Impaled with demonic force | |
| Severe bleeding chest | |
| Saturated with blood | |
| To smite | |
| Mutilated into art As your suspended ribs comes apart | |
| Your skin is torn from tool grips | |
| I crush your fingertips | |
| Together with my conscience |
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