作词 : Maurice Ponta | |
作曲 : Maurice Ponta | |
Swarthy, slender, sinister | |
God of the bloody tongue | |
Pace up and down the land of dream | |
And sing the beast is praise | |
Spiralling worm, destroyer of light | |
Lunatic all-seeing eyes | |
Your fury is tearing the dawn | |
A reverse paradise | |
Swarthy, slender, sinister | |
God of the bloody tongue | |
You seem to creep across the sky | |
Seven mighty suns to raise | |
Abhorrent one, screams of a nightmare | |
You get bogged down in lies | |
In the aftermath of your streak | |
the great old ones will rise | |
Awake by gazing into the shining trapezohedron | |
Tentacled monster dwelling in the steeple of the starry wisdom | |
Swarthy, slender, sinister | |
God of the bloody tongue | |
Enact the will of the Outer Gods | |
Messiah of the barren days | |
Bringer of pests, you are the venom | |
Servant and deceptive | |
Your black arts will rotting our flesh | |
The final aggresive | |
Give us the final keys to unlock the atomic era | |
Unwittingly ushering in the time of their own nausea |
zuo ci : Maurice Ponta | |
zuo qu : Maurice Ponta | |
Swarthy, slender, sinister | |
God of the bloody tongue | |
Pace up and down the land of dream | |
And sing the beast is praise | |
Spiralling worm, destroyer of light | |
Lunatic allseeing eyes | |
Your fury is tearing the dawn | |
A reverse paradise | |
Swarthy, slender, sinister | |
God of the bloody tongue | |
You seem to creep across the sky | |
Seven mighty suns to raise | |
Abhorrent one, screams of a nightmare | |
You get bogged down in lies | |
In the aftermath of your streak | |
the great old ones will rise | |
Awake by gazing into the shining trapezohedron | |
Tentacled monster dwelling in the steeple of the starry wisdom | |
Swarthy, slender, sinister | |
God of the bloody tongue | |
Enact the will of the Outer Gods | |
Messiah of the barren days | |
Bringer of pests, you are the venom | |
Servant and deceptive | |
Your black arts will rotting our flesh | |
The final aggresive | |
Give us the final keys to unlock the atomic era | |
Unwittingly ushering in the time of their own nausea |
zuò cí : Maurice Ponta | |
zuò qǔ : Maurice Ponta | |
Swarthy, slender, sinister | |
God of the bloody tongue | |
Pace up and down the land of dream | |
And sing the beast is praise | |
Spiralling worm, destroyer of light | |
Lunatic allseeing eyes | |
Your fury is tearing the dawn | |
A reverse paradise | |
Swarthy, slender, sinister | |
God of the bloody tongue | |
You seem to creep across the sky | |
Seven mighty suns to raise | |
Abhorrent one, screams of a nightmare | |
You get bogged down in lies | |
In the aftermath of your streak | |
the great old ones will rise | |
Awake by gazing into the shining trapezohedron | |
Tentacled monster dwelling in the steeple of the starry wisdom | |
Swarthy, slender, sinister | |
God of the bloody tongue | |
Enact the will of the Outer Gods | |
Messiah of the barren days | |
Bringer of pests, you are the venom | |
Servant and deceptive | |
Your black arts will rotting our flesh | |
The final aggresive | |
Give us the final keys to unlock the atomic era | |
Unwittingly ushering in the time of their own nausea |