Song | Death Immaculate |
Artist | Necrophobic |
Album | Hrimthursum |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bregebåck, Ramstedt | |
Can you feel us rising, from the depths of Hades we rise | |
We come in raging fury to slake your sorry lives | |
We hate everything you stand for and all those of your kind | |
There will be no room for mercy, true hate is always blind | |
I want to carve that ugly grin from your face | |
I want to see you in torment with a rusty razorblade | |
We laugh at your regrets, you feeble Christian scum | |
In agony you shall die for all you have become | |
To us your lives are worthless, like an insect or a plant | |
We tear you inside out, in evil we enchant | |
Watch the bones, the patterns they create | |
They will tell you who we are, they will tell you about your fate | |
Watch the bones, your fortune they'll reveal | |
To suffer in endless darkness, the affliction it conceals | |
Death Immaculate... | |
You put your hope into the sky | |
For your souls salvation | |
I put my hope into the fire | |
For my souls damnation | |
Death Immaculate... |
zuo ci : Bregeb ck, Ramstedt | |
Can you feel us rising, from the depths of Hades we rise | |
We come in raging fury to slake your sorry lives | |
We hate everything you stand for and all those of your kind | |
There will be no room for mercy, true hate is always blind | |
I want to carve that ugly grin from your face | |
I want to see you in torment with a rusty razorblade | |
We laugh at your regrets, you feeble Christian scum | |
In agony you shall die for all you have become | |
To us your lives are worthless, like an insect or a plant | |
We tear you inside out, in evil we enchant | |
Watch the bones, the patterns they create | |
They will tell you who we are, they will tell you about your fate | |
Watch the bones, your fortune they' ll reveal | |
To suffer in endless darkness, the affliction it conceals | |
Death Immaculate... | |
You put your hope into the sky | |
For your souls salvation | |
I put my hope into the fire | |
For my souls damnation | |
Death Immaculate... |
zuò cí : Bregeb ck, Ramstedt | |
Can you feel us rising, from the depths of Hades we rise | |
We come in raging fury to slake your sorry lives | |
We hate everything you stand for and all those of your kind | |
There will be no room for mercy, true hate is always blind | |
I want to carve that ugly grin from your face | |
I want to see you in torment with a rusty razorblade | |
We laugh at your regrets, you feeble Christian scum | |
In agony you shall die for all you have become | |
To us your lives are worthless, like an insect or a plant | |
We tear you inside out, in evil we enchant | |
Watch the bones, the patterns they create | |
They will tell you who we are, they will tell you about your fate | |
Watch the bones, your fortune they' ll reveal | |
To suffer in endless darkness, the affliction it conceals | |
Death Immaculate... | |
You put your hope into the sky | |
For your souls salvation | |
I put my hope into the fire | |
For my souls damnation | |
Death Immaculate... |