Song | Eve of contempt |
Artist | Spawn of Possession |
Album | Noctambulant |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bryssling, Röndum | |
Sores on my back mysteriously illustrates themselves. | |
Beyond medicine of current day I'm being tortured by this growing inflammation. | |
Blood vessels running swift in my sweaty brow. | |
I feel this is a gift upon the price I just collected against my will I shall embrace it. | |
It drip-dries from its inverted, bloated head. | |
The blood in which I stand reflecting as I look down and see the anomalous thing. | |
changing in structure, my expression, looks not human, | |
I have seen this face in my awake dreams, an abomination, | |
a form from the most wicked of depths has now been granted my distorted flesh. | |
A sense of joy as my body bit by bit sloughs off. | |
Destiny, my sickening providence I shall accept with widespread wings. | |
With open eyes I start to feel delight. | |
Agitate no more, no doubts | |
I can't resist to heed the lights of the looming black. | |
My trophy calm and still, of life soon will be emptied, | |
and with its red grant me completion. | |
No longer estranged from what I just fled, the pool is inside, | |
for I'm not me and of now conceived again. | |
The wretched man of the cloth, like dust left swinging dead from the wall. | |
I must return to their nest, what I used to fear keeps on calling and I shall them join. | |
The order of chaos awaits in another world. | |
Disintegrate, I'll return mentally. | |
My body of scorn I'll leave here as they seize my soul. |
zuo qu : Bryssling, R ndum | |
Sores on my back mysteriously illustrates themselves. | |
Beyond medicine of current day I' m being tortured by this growing inflammation. | |
Blood vessels running swift in my sweaty brow. | |
I feel this is a gift upon the price I just collected against my will I shall embrace it. | |
It dripdries from its inverted, bloated head. | |
The blood in which I stand reflecting as I look down and see the anomalous thing. | |
changing in structure, my expression, looks not human, | |
I have seen this face in my awake dreams, an abomination, | |
a form from the most wicked of depths has now been granted my distorted flesh. | |
A sense of joy as my body bit by bit sloughs off. | |
Destiny, my sickening providence I shall accept with widespread wings. | |
With open eyes I start to feel delight. | |
Agitate no more, no doubts | |
I can' t resist to heed the lights of the looming black. | |
My trophy calm and still, of life soon will be emptied, | |
and with its red grant me completion. | |
No longer estranged from what I just fled, the pool is inside, | |
for I' m not me and of now conceived again. | |
The wretched man of the cloth, like dust left swinging dead from the wall. | |
I must return to their nest, what I used to fear keeps on calling and I shall them join. | |
The order of chaos awaits in another world. | |
Disintegrate, I' ll return mentally. | |
My body of scorn I' ll leave here as they seize my soul. |
zuò qǔ : Bryssling, R ndum | |
Sores on my back mysteriously illustrates themselves. | |
Beyond medicine of current day I' m being tortured by this growing inflammation. | |
Blood vessels running swift in my sweaty brow. | |
I feel this is a gift upon the price I just collected against my will I shall embrace it. | |
It dripdries from its inverted, bloated head. | |
The blood in which I stand reflecting as I look down and see the anomalous thing. | |
changing in structure, my expression, looks not human, | |
I have seen this face in my awake dreams, an abomination, | |
a form from the most wicked of depths has now been granted my distorted flesh. | |
A sense of joy as my body bit by bit sloughs off. | |
Destiny, my sickening providence I shall accept with widespread wings. | |
With open eyes I start to feel delight. | |
Agitate no more, no doubts | |
I can' t resist to heed the lights of the looming black. | |
My trophy calm and still, of life soon will be emptied, | |
and with its red grant me completion. | |
No longer estranged from what I just fled, the pool is inside, | |
for I' m not me and of now conceived again. | |
The wretched man of the cloth, like dust left swinging dead from the wall. | |
I must return to their nest, what I used to fear keeps on calling and I shall them join. | |
The order of chaos awaits in another world. | |
Disintegrate, I' ll return mentally. | |
My body of scorn I' ll leave here as they seize my soul. |