Song | Infected Core |
Artist | Krisiun |
Album | Arise from Blackness |
作曲 : Krisiun | |
A powerfull agression against your core | |
crushing of your mind | |
desolation of your being | |
next to mortality | |
the walls listen up your cry | |
the confrontation with condemination | |
Born to meet your pain | |
your soul wants your death | |
comming from your brain | |
a tumor that rots in your head | |
the end of your sanity | |
And infected core who rejects the cure | |
open sores, vouices of despair | |
your control was won by madness | |
your hate is agony | |
obsession, affliction, lasting infection | |
Your tortured face, show your disgrace | |
nothing has price, all you feel is pain | |
your body is like mortuary | |
where disease rules | |
spittin' blood, endless sacrifice | |
infected gore | |
Your body is inert | |
your heart does not beat | |
the rats will eat your flesh | |
the pigs will drink your blood | |
there's nothing dyrter | |
nothing more rotten infection |
zuò qǔ : Krisiun | |
A powerfull agression against your core | |
crushing of your mind | |
desolation of your being | |
next to mortality | |
the walls listen up your cry | |
the confrontation with condemination | |
Born to meet your pain | |
your soul wants your death | |
comming from your brain | |
a tumor that rots in your head | |
the end of your sanity | |
And infected core who rejects the cure | |
open sores, vouices of despair | |
your control was won by madness | |
your hate is agony | |
obsession, affliction, lasting infection | |
Your tortured face, show your disgrace | |
nothing has price, all you feel is pain | |
your body is like mortuary | |
where disease rules | |
spittin' blood, endless sacrifice | |
infected gore | |
Your body is inert | |
your heart does not beat | |
the rats will eat your flesh | |
the pigs will drink your blood | |
there' s nothing dyrter | |
nothing more rotten infection |