Song | Red Web |
Artist | Orange Goblin |
Album | Coup De Grace |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hoare, Millard, O'Malley ... | |
An open wound for disease | |
The poison junk that you bleed | |
A parasite to your broken skin | |
Heretic urge in your brain | |
To pump the hate through your veins | |
And feed the lust of your necro sins | |
It's a sign for the demons in the hollow | |
Blood red is the path we have to follow | |
The armies of the dead march unforgiving | |
Red web is the haven for the living | |
Violent drug holocaust | |
A mutant vision of war | |
A soul dismembered by paranoia | |
An evil mind full of rage | |
A world so battered and slain | |
The charred remains of the perfect horror | |
It's a sign for the demons in the hollow | |
Blood red is the path we have to follow | |
The armies of the dead march unforgiving | |
Red web is the haven for the living | |
Open your eyes to a world that belies all the faces of death and destruction | |
Deep in your head, there's a little red web that was weaved by the corpse of corruption | |
Disciples of the red web | |
Will come to bury the dead | |
And burn the flesh of the weak and broken | |
Macabre age of the damned | |
Will close the skeletal hand | |
And heed the ancient command that's spoken | |
It's a sign for the demons in the hollow | |
Blood red is the path we have to follow | |
The armies of the dead march unforgiving | |
Red web is the haven for the living |
zuo ci : Hoare, Millard, O' Malley ... | |
An open wound for disease | |
The poison junk that you bleed | |
A parasite to your broken skin | |
Heretic urge in your brain | |
To pump the hate through your veins | |
And feed the lust of your necro sins | |
It' s a sign for the demons in the hollow | |
Blood red is the path we have to follow | |
The armies of the dead march unforgiving | |
Red web is the haven for the living | |
Violent drug holocaust | |
A mutant vision of war | |
A soul dismembered by paranoia | |
An evil mind full of rage | |
A world so battered and slain | |
The charred remains of the perfect horror | |
It' s a sign for the demons in the hollow | |
Blood red is the path we have to follow | |
The armies of the dead march unforgiving | |
Red web is the haven for the living | |
Open your eyes to a world that belies all the faces of death and destruction | |
Deep in your head, there' s a little red web that was weaved by the corpse of corruption | |
Disciples of the red web | |
Will come to bury the dead | |
And burn the flesh of the weak and broken | |
Macabre age of the damned | |
Will close the skeletal hand | |
And heed the ancient command that' s spoken | |
It' s a sign for the demons in the hollow | |
Blood red is the path we have to follow | |
The armies of the dead march unforgiving | |
Red web is the haven for the living |
zuò cí : Hoare, Millard, O' Malley ... | |
An open wound for disease | |
The poison junk that you bleed | |
A parasite to your broken skin | |
Heretic urge in your brain | |
To pump the hate through your veins | |
And feed the lust of your necro sins | |
It' s a sign for the demons in the hollow | |
Blood red is the path we have to follow | |
The armies of the dead march unforgiving | |
Red web is the haven for the living | |
Violent drug holocaust | |
A mutant vision of war | |
A soul dismembered by paranoia | |
An evil mind full of rage | |
A world so battered and slain | |
The charred remains of the perfect horror | |
It' s a sign for the demons in the hollow | |
Blood red is the path we have to follow | |
The armies of the dead march unforgiving | |
Red web is the haven for the living | |
Open your eyes to a world that belies all the faces of death and destruction | |
Deep in your head, there' s a little red web that was weaved by the corpse of corruption | |
Disciples of the red web | |
Will come to bury the dead | |
And burn the flesh of the weak and broken | |
Macabre age of the damned | |
Will close the skeletal hand | |
And heed the ancient command that' s spoken | |
It' s a sign for the demons in the hollow | |
Blood red is the path we have to follow | |
The armies of the dead march unforgiving | |
Red web is the haven for the living |