Song | Where The Slime Live |
Artist | Morbid Angel |
Album | Domination |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Azagthoth, Vincent | |
Where the Slime Live | |
(They are the lowest forms of life)Where the Slime Breed | |
(They make a new one too corrupted)When the Wind Blows | |
(The winds of truth are blowing now)And the cradle falls ... down | |
Their poison fingers | |
That wrote the poison lies | |
Their poison lingers | |
And what a tragedy when the fingers are removed | |
Where the Slime Live! | |
Their burning dogma | |
Introducing to our minds - lies | |
They plot for the total control of the morals | |
And what a tragedy when the god-heads are removed | |
They crawl, They breed, They hide but we see | |
They burn - I see the smoke of the funerals rising | |
God lives in their hearts now laid to rest | |
What a sight as their kingdom comes tumbling down | |
We burn - The ones with contrite souls be gone! | |
Long gone are the filthy liars | |
Long gone are their filthy lies | |
I know they'll come again someday | |
Where the Slime Live and how the slime gets washed away |
zuo ci : Azagthoth, Vincent | |
Where the Slime Live | |
They are the lowest forms of life Where the Slime Breed | |
They make a new one too corrupted When the Wind Blows | |
The winds of truth are blowing now And the cradle falls ... down | |
Their poison fingers | |
That wrote the poison lies | |
Their poison lingers | |
And what a tragedy when the fingers are removed | |
Where the Slime Live! | |
Their burning dogma | |
Introducing to our minds lies | |
They plot for the total control of the morals | |
And what a tragedy when the godheads are removed | |
They crawl, They breed, They hide but we see | |
They burn I see the smoke of the funerals rising | |
God lives in their hearts now laid to rest | |
What a sight as their kingdom comes tumbling down | |
We burn The ones with contrite souls be gone! | |
Long gone are the filthy liars | |
Long gone are their filthy lies | |
I know they' ll come again someday | |
Where the Slime Live and how the slime gets washed away |
zuò cí : Azagthoth, Vincent | |
Where the Slime Live | |
They are the lowest forms of life Where the Slime Breed | |
They make a new one too corrupted When the Wind Blows | |
The winds of truth are blowing now And the cradle falls ... down | |
Their poison fingers | |
That wrote the poison lies | |
Their poison lingers | |
And what a tragedy when the fingers are removed | |
Where the Slime Live! | |
Their burning dogma | |
Introducing to our minds lies | |
They plot for the total control of the morals | |
And what a tragedy when the godheads are removed | |
They crawl, They breed, They hide but we see | |
They burn I see the smoke of the funerals rising | |
God lives in their hearts now laid to rest | |
What a sight as their kingdom comes tumbling down | |
We burn The ones with contrite souls be gone! | |
Long gone are the filthy liars | |
Long gone are their filthy lies | |
I know they' ll come again someday | |
Where the Slime Live and how the slime gets washed away |