Song | Realm of Chaos |
Artist | Bolt Thrower |
Album | Who Dares Wins |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bolt Thrower | |
Enter the realm of chaos, your nightmare has just begun | |
You may wake up screaming, but there's no place left to run | |
The ancient prophecy of dominant supremacy | |
Find strength through your salvation, the need for domination | |
Past life you deplore, present life abhor | |
Future life is so unreal, intense despair now you feel | |
Mutated creatures round you stare, at your limbs they all tear | |
It's too late now to say a prayer, for your gods have no care | |
Welcome incursions of chaos, you know you cannot resist | |
To serve, worship, obey them - in the only way to exist | |
Your foretold destiny of perpetual lunacy | |
The final requisition is no longer your decision | |
The obscure deprivity blinds you, now you cannot see | |
What they've made of your world as your blood is turning cold | |
Now it's time to pay your pirce - the ultimate sacrifice | |
Gasp at your final breath - cleansed now in your death | |
Your death |
zuo ci : Bolt Thrower | |
Enter the realm of chaos, your nightmare has just begun | |
You may wake up screaming, but there' s no place left to run | |
The ancient prophecy of dominant supremacy | |
Find strength through your salvation, the need for domination | |
Past life you deplore, present life abhor | |
Future life is so unreal, intense despair now you feel | |
Mutated creatures round you stare, at your limbs they all tear | |
It' s too late now to say a prayer, for your gods have no care | |
Welcome incursions of chaos, you know you cannot resist | |
To serve, worship, obey them in the only way to exist | |
Your foretold destiny of perpetual lunacy | |
The final requisition is no longer your decision | |
The obscure deprivity blinds you, now you cannot see | |
What they' ve made of your world as your blood is turning cold | |
Now it' s time to pay your pirce the ultimate sacrifice | |
Gasp at your final breath cleansed now in your death | |
Your death |
zuò cí : Bolt Thrower | |
Enter the realm of chaos, your nightmare has just begun | |
You may wake up screaming, but there' s no place left to run | |
The ancient prophecy of dominant supremacy | |
Find strength through your salvation, the need for domination | |
Past life you deplore, present life abhor | |
Future life is so unreal, intense despair now you feel | |
Mutated creatures round you stare, at your limbs they all tear | |
It' s too late now to say a prayer, for your gods have no care | |
Welcome incursions of chaos, you know you cannot resist | |
To serve, worship, obey them in the only way to exist | |
Your foretold destiny of perpetual lunacy | |
The final requisition is no longer your decision | |
The obscure deprivity blinds you, now you cannot see | |
What they' ve made of your world as your blood is turning cold | |
Now it' s time to pay your pirce the ultimate sacrifice | |
Gasp at your final breath cleansed now in your death | |
Your death |