作曲 : Azarewicz, Behemoth, Nergal | |
Ohh, ye whose future is in other hands | |
Foul feeders, slipped are you on your excrement? | |
Parasites having the world lousy | |
Imagine you are of significance to heaven | |
Sensation, nutrition, mastication, procreation | |
This is your blind worm cycle | |
Know ye of nothing further than your own stench | |
Heaven is indifferent to your salvation or catastrophe | |
I, who enjoy my body | |
I would rather pack with wolves | |
Than enter your pest houses | |
Sensation, nutrition, mastication, procreation | |
This is your blind worm cycle | |
Know ye of nothing further than your own stench | |
Heaven is indifferent to your salvation or catastrophe | |
The sword thrust not salve | |
I bringThe sword thrust not salve | |
I bringThe sword thrust not salve | |
I bringHonest was | |
SodomYour theology is a slime pit of gibberish become ethics | |
In your world, where ignorance and deceit constitute felicity | |
Everything ends so miserably besmirched with fratricidal blood | |
The sword thrust not salve | |
I bringThe sword thrust not salve | |
I bringThe sword thrust not salve | |
I bringThe sword thrust not salve | |
I bring |
zuo qu : Azarewicz, Behemoth, Nergal | |
Ohh, ye whose future is in other hands | |
Foul feeders, slipped are you on your excrement? | |
Parasites having the world lousy | |
Imagine you are of significance to heaven | |
Sensation, nutrition, mastication, procreation | |
This is your blind worm cycle | |
Know ye of nothing further than your own stench | |
Heaven is indifferent to your salvation or catastrophe | |
I, who enjoy my body | |
I would rather pack with wolves | |
Than enter your pest houses | |
Sensation, nutrition, mastication, procreation | |
This is your blind worm cycle | |
Know ye of nothing further than your own stench | |
Heaven is indifferent to your salvation or catastrophe | |
The sword thrust not salve | |
I bringThe sword thrust not salve | |
I bringThe sword thrust not salve | |
I bringHonest was | |
SodomYour theology is a slime pit of gibberish become ethics | |
In your world, where ignorance and deceit constitute felicity | |
Everything ends so miserably besmirched with fratricidal blood | |
The sword thrust not salve | |
I bringThe sword thrust not salve | |
I bringThe sword thrust not salve | |
I bringThe sword thrust not salve | |
I bring |
zuò qǔ : Azarewicz, Behemoth, Nergal | |
Ohh, ye whose future is in other hands | |
Foul feeders, slipped are you on your excrement? | |
Parasites having the world lousy | |
Imagine you are of significance to heaven | |
Sensation, nutrition, mastication, procreation | |
This is your blind worm cycle | |
Know ye of nothing further than your own stench | |
Heaven is indifferent to your salvation or catastrophe | |
I, who enjoy my body | |
I would rather pack with wolves | |
Than enter your pest houses | |
Sensation, nutrition, mastication, procreation | |
This is your blind worm cycle | |
Know ye of nothing further than your own stench | |
Heaven is indifferent to your salvation or catastrophe | |
The sword thrust not salve | |
I bringThe sword thrust not salve | |
I bringThe sword thrust not salve | |
I bringHonest was | |
SodomYour theology is a slime pit of gibberish become ethics | |
In your world, where ignorance and deceit constitute felicity | |
Everything ends so miserably besmirched with fratricidal blood | |
The sword thrust not salve | |
I bringThe sword thrust not salve | |
I bringThe sword thrust not salve | |
I bringThe sword thrust not salve | |
I bring |