Song | Prelude To Repulsion |
Artist | Suffocation |
Album | Suffocation |
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作词 : Suffocation | |
Pressure on the inner walls of my brain grows heavier. | |
I must =alleviate the pain | |
I feel, for soon many will die as they come =before me with effortless attempts. | |
The search for divine power =beckons me and the only way to achieve is to destroy. | |
Victims of a =torn society lay in waste, as | |
I pick through the bloody carcasses. = | |
Dead bodies just seem to fall before me. = | |
Saving the most edible morsels, the weak ones scatter. | |
With bloody =weapon in hand, | |
I tear through the limbs. | |
Cries of anguish filter =through the land, echoing in the valley. | |
Many have tried to come =before me with effortless attempts. | |
I sift my way through the fields =of dead bodies, stopping to take a trophy or two.= | |
The fields run deep and far, for | |
I have killed many and | |
I must =travel far to reach my destination.= | |
My final resting place, where | |
I will be reborn. | |
For now, the air is =still, smell of dead bodies is ever so prevalent. | |
I am the last and =here | |
I shall remain. | |
The pain I have once felt is lifted from my =being. | |
Villages of useless waste, a race witch does not deserve to =live. | |
I reek havoc amongst the children from a present with no =future, | |
For I am the strong and those who defy me lay in waste. | |
The days of =travel are long and the stench of how many | |
I have killed lingers on. | |
I am tired and need rest, but the forces pulls me to my =destination. = |
zuo ci : Suffocation | |
Pressure on the inner walls of my brain grows heavier. | |
I must alleviate the pain | |
I feel, for soon many will die as they come before me with effortless attempts. | |
The search for divine power beckons me and the only way to achieve is to destroy. | |
Victims of a torn society lay in waste, as | |
I pick through the bloody carcasses. | |
Dead bodies just seem to fall before me. | |
Saving the most edible morsels, the weak ones scatter. | |
With bloody weapon in hand, | |
I tear through the limbs. | |
Cries of anguish filter through the land, echoing in the valley. | |
Many have tried to come before me with effortless attempts. | |
I sift my way through the fields of dead bodies, stopping to take a trophy or two. | |
The fields run deep and far, for | |
I have killed many and | |
I must travel far to reach my destination. | |
My final resting place, where | |
I will be reborn. | |
For now, the air is still, smell of dead bodies is ever so prevalent. | |
I am the last and here | |
I shall remain. | |
The pain I have once felt is lifted from my being. | |
Villages of useless waste, a race witch does not deserve to live. | |
I reek havoc amongst the children from a present with no future, | |
For I am the strong and those who defy me lay in waste. | |
The days of travel are long and the stench of how many | |
I have killed lingers on. | |
I am tired and need rest, but the forces pulls me to my destination. |
zuò cí : Suffocation | |
Pressure on the inner walls of my brain grows heavier. | |
I must alleviate the pain | |
I feel, for soon many will die as they come before me with effortless attempts. | |
The search for divine power beckons me and the only way to achieve is to destroy. | |
Victims of a torn society lay in waste, as | |
I pick through the bloody carcasses. | |
Dead bodies just seem to fall before me. | |
Saving the most edible morsels, the weak ones scatter. | |
With bloody weapon in hand, | |
I tear through the limbs. | |
Cries of anguish filter through the land, echoing in the valley. | |
Many have tried to come before me with effortless attempts. | |
I sift my way through the fields of dead bodies, stopping to take a trophy or two. | |
The fields run deep and far, for | |
I have killed many and | |
I must travel far to reach my destination. | |
My final resting place, where | |
I will be reborn. | |
For now, the air is still, smell of dead bodies is ever so prevalent. | |
I am the last and here | |
I shall remain. | |
The pain I have once felt is lifted from my being. | |
Villages of useless waste, a race witch does not deserve to live. | |
I reek havoc amongst the children from a present with no future, | |
For I am the strong and those who defy me lay in waste. | |
The days of travel are long and the stench of how many | |
I have killed lingers on. | |
I am tired and need rest, but the forces pulls me to my destination. |