Song | Render my prey |
Artist | Spawn of Possession |
Album | Noctambulant |
作曲 : Bryssling, Röndum | |
Grave insomnia has now obtained my strung out mind. | |
Robbed of the one place that gives me solitude from them. | |
I must now face the perfected madness that will eat me as I'm slowly turning into what I dread. | |
Deprived of sight, my introverted eyes guides my awake steps into sinfulness. | |
Profane is the soul purpose here, I know it and still I let my inner steer me. | |
I am becoming the infestation, now it's clear what I intend to do | |
As I reach the house of god I'll take and keep my price forever. | |
Render my prey as I descend, render my prey. | |
Web of cords stretched from heel to throat. | |
With Iron ropes I strap him down and hard. | |
The blood in my plams shimmers with the rust. | |
Caught in a lonesome sermon he never saw me come. | |
Dragged out from his abode, a robe of the fallen now bestowed. | |
Useless struggling for it's not my mind that drives my actions | |
It is clearly a non human authority. | |
Candles of a thousand not lit by hands of man. | |
In my blinded darkness, lights my depraved path. | |
Where's my solace, this deed gave me no fractions of inner peace | |
Although I know I have him alive, a purpose I dear not quest for nor implement. | |
Through serpent eyes I watch my hands do carnal damage as they hung him up | |
swinging from the ceiling upside down. | |
Render my prey as I descend, render my prey | |
Web of cords stretched from heel to throat. | |
With Iron ropes I strap him down and hard. | |
The blood in my plams shimmers with the rust. | |
Caught in a lonesome sermon he never saw me come |
zuò qǔ : Bryssling, R ndum | |
Grave insomnia has now obtained my strung out mind. | |
Robbed of the one place that gives me solitude from them. | |
I must now face the perfected madness that will eat me as I' m slowly turning into what I dread. | |
Deprived of sight, my introverted eyes guides my awake steps into sinfulness. | |
Profane is the soul purpose here, I know it and still I let my inner steer me. | |
I am becoming the infestation, now it' s clear what I intend to do | |
As I reach the house of god I' ll take and keep my price forever. | |
Render my prey as I descend, render my prey. | |
Web of cords stretched from heel to throat. | |
With Iron ropes I strap him down and hard. | |
The blood in my plams shimmers with the rust. | |
Caught in a lonesome sermon he never saw me come. | |
Dragged out from his abode, a robe of the fallen now bestowed. | |
Useless struggling for it' s not my mind that drives my actions | |
It is clearly a non human authority. | |
Candles of a thousand not lit by hands of man. | |
In my blinded darkness, lights my depraved path. | |
Where' s my solace, this deed gave me no fractions of inner peace | |
Although I know I have him alive, a purpose I dear not quest for nor implement. | |
Through serpent eyes I watch my hands do carnal damage as they hung him up | |
swinging from the ceiling upside down. | |
Render my prey as I descend, render my prey | |
Web of cords stretched from heel to throat. | |
With Iron ropes I strap him down and hard. | |
The blood in my plams shimmers with the rust. | |
Caught in a lonesome sermon he never saw me come |