Song | Desecrated |
Artist | The Crimson Armada |
Album | Guardians |
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作曲 : Crimson Armada | |
We're always searching for the answer be it disclosed in lion's heart. | |
He smiles as the claimer of freshly driven carnal parts. | |
This bastard has but stolen the skin of sheep for selfish will. | |
Temptation's in his whisper as he lightly hums what only kills. | |
He is the prince of all filth, wearing the earth as a throne. | |
He is the prince of all filth, crumbling for a crown of frozen thorns. | |
And so the ancients hath sworn his name, | |
bidding the earth and printing the idol graves. | |
He brings the end, a warning that will bring us in so we can all watch ourselves die. | |
So listen to it rot. | |
Why are the children bathing in his scales | |
chanting serpent names? | |
Broken porcelain glides along the marble floors. | |
Idol eyes will never turn back to their Lord. | |
They dance in his coils and chant... | |
and when this intention of death fails its end and makes life hell. | |
Pray "Send us something to declare from this despair" | |
The hour sounds for an end. | |
Watch yourself and your turning belief simply fade and writhe. | |
He says "Fall before me like stone." | |
But the blindness finds me writing and inscribing, | |
carving legends into idol eyes. | |
The dying sediments doth beg of God, | |
"Belay my sin and cast this off." | |
The dishonored sun is boiling my body, | |
pretending I'm dead. | |
Worship in shame the worshipers of clay when the insipid fallacy is exposed. | |
This command is from my master. | |
There is but one and only one God. | |
And they shall say a prayer. | |
They'll say a prayer to belie the unspoken scent | |
of a nations mortified worship a thousand years in its dissent. | |
Wake the ancients so we may breathe again to simply come to live again. | |
Wake the truth from it's sleepless death. | |
Wake from a thousand year sleep where the ignorant and blinded weep. | |
Desecrated, lie in ash as the idols turn to dust. | |
Desecrated is the prayer that a stone can not indulge. | |
Desecrated, leave them dying to believe again to simply come to live again. | |
Desecrated, they lie in ash. | |
Desecrated, lie in ash as the idols turn to dust. | |
Desecrated is the prayer that a stone can not indulge. | |
Desecrated |
zuo qu : Crimson Armada | |
We' re always searching for the answer be it disclosed in lion' s heart. | |
He smiles as the claimer of freshly driven carnal parts. | |
This bastard has but stolen the skin of sheep for selfish will. | |
Temptation' s in his whisper as he lightly hums what only kills. | |
He is the prince of all filth, wearing the earth as a throne. | |
He is the prince of all filth, crumbling for a crown of frozen thorns. | |
And so the ancients hath sworn his name, | |
bidding the earth and printing the idol graves. | |
He brings the end, a warning that will bring us in so we can all watch ourselves die. | |
So listen to it rot. | |
Why are the children bathing in his scales | |
chanting serpent names? | |
Broken porcelain glides along the marble floors. | |
Idol eyes will never turn back to their Lord. | |
They dance in his coils and chant... | |
and when this intention of death fails its end and makes life hell. | |
Pray " Send us something to declare from this despair" | |
The hour sounds for an end. | |
Watch yourself and your turning belief simply fade and writhe. | |
He says " Fall before me like stone." | |
But the blindness finds me writing and inscribing, | |
carving legends into idol eyes. | |
The dying sediments doth beg of God, | |
" Belay my sin and cast this off." | |
The dishonored sun is boiling my body, | |
pretending I' m dead. | |
Worship in shame the worshipers of clay when the insipid fallacy is exposed. | |
This command is from my master. | |
There is but one and only one God. | |
And they shall say a prayer. | |
They' ll say a prayer to belie the unspoken scent | |
of a nations mortified worship a thousand years in its dissent. | |
Wake the ancients so we may breathe again to simply come to live again. | |
Wake the truth from it' s sleepless death. | |
Wake from a thousand year sleep where the ignorant and blinded weep. | |
Desecrated, lie in ash as the idols turn to dust. | |
Desecrated is the prayer that a stone can not indulge. | |
Desecrated, leave them dying to believe again to simply come to live again. | |
Desecrated, they lie in ash. | |
Desecrated, lie in ash as the idols turn to dust. | |
Desecrated is the prayer that a stone can not indulge. | |
Desecrated |
zuò qǔ : Crimson Armada | |
We' re always searching for the answer be it disclosed in lion' s heart. | |
He smiles as the claimer of freshly driven carnal parts. | |
This bastard has but stolen the skin of sheep for selfish will. | |
Temptation' s in his whisper as he lightly hums what only kills. | |
He is the prince of all filth, wearing the earth as a throne. | |
He is the prince of all filth, crumbling for a crown of frozen thorns. | |
And so the ancients hath sworn his name, | |
bidding the earth and printing the idol graves. | |
He brings the end, a warning that will bring us in so we can all watch ourselves die. | |
So listen to it rot. | |
Why are the children bathing in his scales | |
chanting serpent names? | |
Broken porcelain glides along the marble floors. | |
Idol eyes will never turn back to their Lord. | |
They dance in his coils and chant... | |
and when this intention of death fails its end and makes life hell. | |
Pray " Send us something to declare from this despair" | |
The hour sounds for an end. | |
Watch yourself and your turning belief simply fade and writhe. | |
He says " Fall before me like stone." | |
But the blindness finds me writing and inscribing, | |
carving legends into idol eyes. | |
The dying sediments doth beg of God, | |
" Belay my sin and cast this off." | |
The dishonored sun is boiling my body, | |
pretending I' m dead. | |
Worship in shame the worshipers of clay when the insipid fallacy is exposed. | |
This command is from my master. | |
There is but one and only one God. | |
And they shall say a prayer. | |
They' ll say a prayer to belie the unspoken scent | |
of a nations mortified worship a thousand years in its dissent. | |
Wake the ancients so we may breathe again to simply come to live again. | |
Wake the truth from it' s sleepless death. | |
Wake from a thousand year sleep where the ignorant and blinded weep. | |
Desecrated, lie in ash as the idols turn to dust. | |
Desecrated is the prayer that a stone can not indulge. | |
Desecrated, leave them dying to believe again to simply come to live again. | |
Desecrated, they lie in ash. | |
Desecrated, lie in ash as the idols turn to dust. | |
Desecrated is the prayer that a stone can not indulge. | |
Desecrated |