Bloodlands Lyrics
| Song | Bloodlands |
| Artist | Cannibal Corpse |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Webster | |
| I am lost and sickened | |
| Disoriented by this bleak environment | |
| How I came to be here escapes my memory | |
| This is a desert, deep scarlet grains | |
| Stretch the horizon and the sickly brown sky | |
| Gale force winds pepper my face | |
| The sand tastes foul | |
| The sand tastes like blood | |
| Savagely cruel, barren expanse | |
| The atmosphere, a caustic fog | |
| Every breath reminds me of pain | |
| Dust of dried blood filling my lungs | |
| On the horizon | |
| I see a chasm | |
| A distant pulse begins to beat | |
| Suddenly a flash | |
| Specter of the past | |
| Vision of mass murder | |
| Torrents of blood | |
| The vision quickly ends | |
| The wasteland still beckons | |
| Plodding toward the chasm | |
| I hear rushing liquid | |
| My mind cannot conceive | |
| The massacre | |
| I beholdAn infinite river of cadavers | |
| Buoyant in their own blood | |
| Vertigo engulfs my brain as | |
| My body fails and drops | |
| A million corpses staring | |
| Straining to survive | |
| Limbs flailing in the blood | |
| Grapple with headless bodies | |
| Hands of the dead are pulling me downward | |
| Drowning in this river | |
| Intestines are alive, like tentacles they choke | |
| Situation hopeless, | |
| I submit to the fury of the river | |
| Paralyzed with terror | |
| Thousands of their thoughts are entering my mind | |
| Conscious on their level | |
| Every tortured death is experienced at once | |
| Drowning in their anguish | |
| Ordeal of their deaths now saturates my brain | |
| Vengeful corpses shrieking | |
| Genocide, genocide, genocide, genocide |
| zuo ci : Webster | |
| I am lost and sickened | |
| Disoriented by this bleak environment | |
| How I came to be here escapes my memory | |
| This is a desert, deep scarlet grains | |
| Stretch the horizon and the sickly brown sky | |
| Gale force winds pepper my face | |
| The sand tastes foul | |
| The sand tastes like blood | |
| Savagely cruel, barren expanse | |
| The atmosphere, a caustic fog | |
| Every breath reminds me of pain | |
| Dust of dried blood filling my lungs | |
| On the horizon | |
| I see a chasm | |
| A distant pulse begins to beat | |
| Suddenly a flash | |
| Specter of the past | |
| Vision of mass murder | |
| Torrents of blood | |
| The vision quickly ends | |
| The wasteland still beckons | |
| Plodding toward the chasm | |
| I hear rushing liquid | |
| My mind cannot conceive | |
| The massacre | |
| I beholdAn infinite river of cadavers | |
| Buoyant in their own blood | |
| Vertigo engulfs my brain as | |
| My body fails and drops | |
| A million corpses staring | |
| Straining to survive | |
| Limbs flailing in the blood | |
| Grapple with headless bodies | |
| Hands of the dead are pulling me downward | |
| Drowning in this river | |
| Intestines are alive, like tentacles they choke | |
| Situation hopeless, | |
| I submit to the fury of the river | |
| Paralyzed with terror | |
| Thousands of their thoughts are entering my mind | |
| Conscious on their level | |
| Every tortured death is experienced at once | |
| Drowning in their anguish | |
| Ordeal of their deaths now saturates my brain | |
| Vengeful corpses shrieking | |
| Genocide, genocide, genocide, genocide |
| zuò cí : Webster | |
| I am lost and sickened | |
| Disoriented by this bleak environment | |
| How I came to be here escapes my memory | |
| This is a desert, deep scarlet grains | |
| Stretch the horizon and the sickly brown sky | |
| Gale force winds pepper my face | |
| The sand tastes foul | |
| The sand tastes like blood | |
| Savagely cruel, barren expanse | |
| The atmosphere, a caustic fog | |
| Every breath reminds me of pain | |
| Dust of dried blood filling my lungs | |
| On the horizon | |
| I see a chasm | |
| A distant pulse begins to beat | |
| Suddenly a flash | |
| Specter of the past | |
| Vision of mass murder | |
| Torrents of blood | |
| The vision quickly ends | |
| The wasteland still beckons | |
| Plodding toward the chasm | |
| I hear rushing liquid | |
| My mind cannot conceive | |
| The massacre | |
| I beholdAn infinite river of cadavers | |
| Buoyant in their own blood | |
| Vertigo engulfs my brain as | |
| My body fails and drops | |
| A million corpses staring | |
| Straining to survive | |
| Limbs flailing in the blood | |
| Grapple with headless bodies | |
| Hands of the dead are pulling me downward | |
| Drowning in this river | |
| Intestines are alive, like tentacles they choke | |
| Situation hopeless, | |
| I submit to the fury of the river | |
| Paralyzed with terror | |
| Thousands of their thoughts are entering my mind | |
| Conscious on their level | |
| Every tortured death is experienced at once | |
| Drowning in their anguish | |
| Ordeal of their deaths now saturates my brain | |
| Vengeful corpses shrieking | |
| Genocide, genocide, genocide, genocide |
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