| Song | Stench Of High Heaven |
| Artist | Immolation |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Immolation | |
| Father in | |
| Heaven, a desolate kingdom | |
| His paradise, his promise, a faded flame extinguished by the dark | |
| Lifetimes of devotion...eternities of nothing | |
| The place for which you long, eludes and embitters | |
| In the hands of fools and liars...trade your lives for grace | |
| Your souls are weak and empty, now kiss his throne of sorrow | |
| From crooked tongues...takes of pristine glory | |
| Consumed by flames it burns, the fall of the holy kingdom | |
| So high... | |
| Absurd...Sickening...is the stench of high heaven | |
| Through the clouds | |
| Through the lies | |
| You'll never see what's never been | |
| At the passing of life and the coming of death | |
| Pass not through it's gates, but into the dark | |
| No light... | |
| No love... | |
| No glory... | |
| No heaven... | |
| Fallen has the king...fallen has the kingdom | |
| Fall into uplifted arms below | |
| The stench of heaven...lingers above | |
| Sour is the air | |
| But soon the air will clear |
| zuo qu : Immolation | |
| Father in | |
| Heaven, a desolate kingdom | |
| His paradise, his promise, a faded flame extinguished by the dark | |
| Lifetimes of devotion... eternities of nothing | |
| The place for which you long, eludes and embitters | |
| In the hands of fools and liars... trade your lives for grace | |
| Your souls are weak and empty, now kiss his throne of sorrow | |
| From crooked tongues... takes of pristine glory | |
| Consumed by flames it burns, the fall of the holy kingdom | |
| So high... | |
| Absurd... Sickening... is the stench of high heaven | |
| Through the clouds | |
| Through the lies | |
| You' ll never see what' s never been | |
| At the passing of life and the coming of death | |
| Pass not through it' s gates, but into the dark | |
| No light... | |
| No love... | |
| No glory... | |
| No heaven... | |
| Fallen has the king... fallen has the kingdom | |
| Fall into uplifted arms below | |
| The stench of heaven... lingers above | |
| Sour is the air | |
| But soon the air will clear |
| zuò qǔ : Immolation | |
| Father in | |
| Heaven, a desolate kingdom | |
| His paradise, his promise, a faded flame extinguished by the dark | |
| Lifetimes of devotion... eternities of nothing | |
| The place for which you long, eludes and embitters | |
| In the hands of fools and liars... trade your lives for grace | |
| Your souls are weak and empty, now kiss his throne of sorrow | |
| From crooked tongues... takes of pristine glory | |
| Consumed by flames it burns, the fall of the holy kingdom | |
| So high... | |
| Absurd... Sickening... is the stench of high heaven | |
| Through the clouds | |
| Through the lies | |
| You' ll never see what' s never been | |
| At the passing of life and the coming of death | |
| Pass not through it' s gates, but into the dark | |
| No light... | |
| No love... | |
| No glory... | |
| No heaven... | |
| Fallen has the king... fallen has the kingdom | |
| Fall into uplifted arms below | |
| The stench of heaven... lingers above | |
| Sour is the air | |
| But soon the air will clear |