Song | Carving Out The Eyes Of God |
Artist | Goatwhore |
Album | Carving Out The Eyes Of God |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Duet, Falgoust, Simmons | |
Bastards of madness | |
Call out this prayer of vengeance | |
Speaking to enemies through these wounds of redemption | |
Tearing out their eyes with horror | |
Behold this chosen new devise | |
As the silence pleads this forgiveness | |
A senseless begging for absolution | |
Upon this entrance into oblivion | |
This fallen angel of defiance, destitute to isolation | |
Hold tight to liberation, in the form of reprisal | |
Project of this restored frame, in these pain filled alterations | |
This new threat of changing life restless in this completion | |
Powerless you crawl like pigs | |
Soon to be slaughtered | |
Suckling to a faith that you avidly hoped would save you all | |
These offerings will bring us our justice. | |
For these years of diluted lies | |
The answers to our freedom | |
The answer to the death of gods | |
These hands held into the sky so the dark | |
Winds can taste the blood of murder | |
As the blackest hearts obey thoughts of evil | |
Deathlorn rites, endure the lust for revenge | |
Surrender the state of embracement and release | |
This life from the dark interiors | |
Discomfort of this assisted torment is given in these regards | |
A scourge of awakening | |
Prisoned in the rites of blood | |
Bestowed with ancient plagues, we will forge a disease | |
Of rape upon your ideals | |
Within this lifeblood we will find the truths as blades | |
Slice open their necks | |
The answers to our freedom | |
The answer to the death of gods | |
Once reconstructed the swarm will digest | |
The souls of this imperfection | |
Sterilizing faith bringer has discharged | |
This assembly of this damnation | |
Burden me with your weak | |
Curse me with your sick | |
In blood filled walls I lie confined | |
Carving out the blind eye of god |
zuo qu : Duet, Falgoust, Simmons | |
Bastards of madness | |
Call out this prayer of vengeance | |
Speaking to enemies through these wounds of redemption | |
Tearing out their eyes with horror | |
Behold this chosen new devise | |
As the silence pleads this forgiveness | |
A senseless begging for absolution | |
Upon this entrance into oblivion | |
This fallen angel of defiance, destitute to isolation | |
Hold tight to liberation, in the form of reprisal | |
Project of this restored frame, in these pain filled alterations | |
This new threat of changing life restless in this completion | |
Powerless you crawl like pigs | |
Soon to be slaughtered | |
Suckling to a faith that you avidly hoped would save you all | |
These offerings will bring us our justice. | |
For these years of diluted lies | |
The answers to our freedom | |
The answer to the death of gods | |
These hands held into the sky so the dark | |
Winds can taste the blood of murder | |
As the blackest hearts obey thoughts of evil | |
Deathlorn rites, endure the lust for revenge | |
Surrender the state of embracement and release | |
This life from the dark interiors | |
Discomfort of this assisted torment is given in these regards | |
A scourge of awakening | |
Prisoned in the rites of blood | |
Bestowed with ancient plagues, we will forge a disease | |
Of rape upon your ideals | |
Within this lifeblood we will find the truths as blades | |
Slice open their necks | |
The answers to our freedom | |
The answer to the death of gods | |
Once reconstructed the swarm will digest | |
The souls of this imperfection | |
Sterilizing faith bringer has discharged | |
This assembly of this damnation | |
Burden me with your weak | |
Curse me with your sick | |
In blood filled walls I lie confined | |
Carving out the blind eye of god |
zuò qǔ : Duet, Falgoust, Simmons | |
Bastards of madness | |
Call out this prayer of vengeance | |
Speaking to enemies through these wounds of redemption | |
Tearing out their eyes with horror | |
Behold this chosen new devise | |
As the silence pleads this forgiveness | |
A senseless begging for absolution | |
Upon this entrance into oblivion | |
This fallen angel of defiance, destitute to isolation | |
Hold tight to liberation, in the form of reprisal | |
Project of this restored frame, in these pain filled alterations | |
This new threat of changing life restless in this completion | |
Powerless you crawl like pigs | |
Soon to be slaughtered | |
Suckling to a faith that you avidly hoped would save you all | |
These offerings will bring us our justice. | |
For these years of diluted lies | |
The answers to our freedom | |
The answer to the death of gods | |
These hands held into the sky so the dark | |
Winds can taste the blood of murder | |
As the blackest hearts obey thoughts of evil | |
Deathlorn rites, endure the lust for revenge | |
Surrender the state of embracement and release | |
This life from the dark interiors | |
Discomfort of this assisted torment is given in these regards | |
A scourge of awakening | |
Prisoned in the rites of blood | |
Bestowed with ancient plagues, we will forge a disease | |
Of rape upon your ideals | |
Within this lifeblood we will find the truths as blades | |
Slice open their necks | |
The answers to our freedom | |
The answer to the death of gods | |
Once reconstructed the swarm will digest | |
The souls of this imperfection | |
Sterilizing faith bringer has discharged | |
This assembly of this damnation | |
Burden me with your weak | |
Curse me with your sick | |
In blood filled walls I lie confined | |
Carving out the blind eye of god |