Song | Sepulchral Ghoul |
Artist | Legion of the Damned |
Album | Slaughtering... |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Legion Of The Damned ... | |
Pale shining full moon light | |
A nocturnal summer breeze | |
It is desecration night | |
The scent of the waving sea | |
Age old graveyard calls | |
Black shadows drawing near | |
The water hits the shores | |
The tide it has now turned | |
Ceremonial chant begins | |
The casket breaks | |
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul | |
I crave the rot | |
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul | |
I love decay | |
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul | |
I love the rot | |
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul | |
In the catacombs below the gathering | |
Is held for the desecrators praise | |
Nothing left to be sacred | |
Embrace the inverted law in profanation raised | |
Seven radiating towers seven subterranean | |
Streams the peacock angel reigns | |
Desolating the disciple in order to liberate | |
Through the razorblade ritual | |
Seeking the right corpse | |
To mediate upon | |
Soon the shovel hits the earth | |
Soon the casket breaks | |
I exhume the rotting corpse | |
The skull is in my hands | |
An I wipe away the dirt | |
Seated on the corpse | |
I smell the rancid flesh | |
Shivers sent down my spine | |
As I feel the cold of death | |
The terror of the night | |
On a lysergic high | |
Catapults my mind | |
Inducing visions from beyond | |
Perception of reality fades | |
Disintegration in the visions | |
Dreamlike experience | |
Of a horrifying kind | |
The casket of the witch | |
Her body long decayed | |
A shrine to the damned | |
Prayers sung in reverse | |
Homage to the concubine | |
The angel burns in a thousand flames | |
Walk among the graves | |
The foulness from the pits | |
From the caverns of your brain | |
Relish in catharsis | |
As the acid ****s your mind | |
Transcending the mundane, | |
The necroshaman bids, | |
Welcome to the initiate | |
Lysergic congregation, | |
Drunk on Dionysian wine, | |
Moves into altered states | |
From the darkest realms, | |
Surges atavistic rage, | |
The bestial manifests | |
Wolfhounds of the Apocalypse, | |
Bred in disordered times, | |
Boil with primal hate | |
Prayers sung in reverse | |
Homage to the concubine | |
Reigns the desecrator's curse | |
See the traces of destruction | |
The tombstones that are smashed | |
The angel burns in a thousand flames | |
I love the rot | |
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul |
zuo qu : Legion Of The Damned ... | |
Pale shining full moon light | |
A nocturnal summer breeze | |
It is desecration night | |
The scent of the waving sea | |
Age old graveyard calls | |
Black shadows drawing near | |
The water hits the shores | |
The tide it has now turned | |
Ceremonial chant begins | |
The casket breaks | |
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul | |
I crave the rot | |
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul | |
I love decay | |
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul | |
I love the rot | |
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul | |
In the catacombs below the gathering | |
Is held for the desecrators praise | |
Nothing left to be sacred | |
Embrace the inverted law in profanation raised | |
Seven radiating towers seven subterranean | |
Streams the peacock angel reigns | |
Desolating the disciple in order to liberate | |
Through the razorblade ritual | |
Seeking the right corpse | |
To mediate upon | |
Soon the shovel hits the earth | |
Soon the casket breaks | |
I exhume the rotting corpse | |
The skull is in my hands | |
An I wipe away the dirt | |
Seated on the corpse | |
I smell the rancid flesh | |
Shivers sent down my spine | |
As I feel the cold of death | |
The terror of the night | |
On a lysergic high | |
Catapults my mind | |
Inducing visions from beyond | |
Perception of reality fades | |
Disintegration in the visions | |
Dreamlike experience | |
Of a horrifying kind | |
The casket of the witch | |
Her body long decayed | |
A shrine to the damned | |
Prayers sung in reverse | |
Homage to the concubine | |
The angel burns in a thousand flames | |
Walk among the graves | |
The foulness from the pits | |
From the caverns of your brain | |
Relish in catharsis | |
As the acid s your mind | |
Transcending the mundane, | |
The necroshaman bids, | |
Welcome to the initiate | |
Lysergic congregation, | |
Drunk on Dionysian wine, | |
Moves into altered states | |
From the darkest realms, | |
Surges atavistic rage, | |
The bestial manifests | |
Wolfhounds of the Apocalypse, | |
Bred in disordered times, | |
Boil with primal hate | |
Prayers sung in reverse | |
Homage to the concubine | |
Reigns the desecrator' s curse | |
See the traces of destruction | |
The tombstones that are smashed | |
The angel burns in a thousand flames | |
I love the rot | |
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul |
zuò qǔ : Legion Of The Damned ... | |
Pale shining full moon light | |
A nocturnal summer breeze | |
It is desecration night | |
The scent of the waving sea | |
Age old graveyard calls | |
Black shadows drawing near | |
The water hits the shores | |
The tide it has now turned | |
Ceremonial chant begins | |
The casket breaks | |
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul | |
I crave the rot | |
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul | |
I love decay | |
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul | |
I love the rot | |
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul | |
In the catacombs below the gathering | |
Is held for the desecrators praise | |
Nothing left to be sacred | |
Embrace the inverted law in profanation raised | |
Seven radiating towers seven subterranean | |
Streams the peacock angel reigns | |
Desolating the disciple in order to liberate | |
Through the razorblade ritual | |
Seeking the right corpse | |
To mediate upon | |
Soon the shovel hits the earth | |
Soon the casket breaks | |
I exhume the rotting corpse | |
The skull is in my hands | |
An I wipe away the dirt | |
Seated on the corpse | |
I smell the rancid flesh | |
Shivers sent down my spine | |
As I feel the cold of death | |
The terror of the night | |
On a lysergic high | |
Catapults my mind | |
Inducing visions from beyond | |
Perception of reality fades | |
Disintegration in the visions | |
Dreamlike experience | |
Of a horrifying kind | |
The casket of the witch | |
Her body long decayed | |
A shrine to the damned | |
Prayers sung in reverse | |
Homage to the concubine | |
The angel burns in a thousand flames | |
Walk among the graves | |
The foulness from the pits | |
From the caverns of your brain | |
Relish in catharsis | |
As the acid s your mind | |
Transcending the mundane, | |
The necroshaman bids, | |
Welcome to the initiate | |
Lysergic congregation, | |
Drunk on Dionysian wine, | |
Moves into altered states | |
From the darkest realms, | |
Surges atavistic rage, | |
The bestial manifests | |
Wolfhounds of the Apocalypse, | |
Bred in disordered times, | |
Boil with primal hate | |
Prayers sung in reverse | |
Homage to the concubine | |
Reigns the desecrator' s curse | |
See the traces of destruction | |
The tombstones that are smashed | |
The angel burns in a thousand flames | |
I love the rot | |
The curse of the sepulchral ghoul |