Father Of Lies Lyrics
| Song | Father Of Lies |
| Artist | Whitechapel |
| Album | This Is Exile |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bozeman, Whitechapel | |
| Tell me all the things you want | |
| I shall prove myself among the wise | |
| I have failed you | |
| Grant my wish | |
| I beg of thee | |
| For I have done all the deeds you have asked of me | |
| That whimpering wretched whore who birthed your adversary | |
| I retrieved her head and mutilated every last remain | |
| The blood of the innocent | |
| I have spread with no fucking remorse | |
| How dare you interfere my monumental wake | |
| Forever keep these words from my mouth | |
| I will become the father of lies | |
| Holiest of holy, | |
| I ensure your crucifixion | |
| Enlighten me | |
| O noble one of your mendacity | |
| Give me the clearest view of your so-called commonwealth | |
| We are your foes, annihilators of the sky | |
| Limb from limb | |
| The rites are carved into your forehead | |
| Limb from limb | |
| Engorged into your psyche | |
| Limb from limb | |
| I smell the decrepit stench of your demise | |
| Limb from limb | |
| Humanity will be destroyed | |
| My pro-creator | |
| I have warned thee of my prophecy | |
| Until that day, stand your fucking ground | |
| My pro-creator, stand your fucking ground |
| zuo qu : Bozeman, Whitechapel | |
| Tell me all the things you want | |
| I shall prove myself among the wise | |
| I have failed you | |
| Grant my wish | |
| I beg of thee | |
| For I have done all the deeds you have asked of me | |
| That whimpering wretched whore who birthed your adversary | |
| I retrieved her head and mutilated every last remain | |
| The blood of the innocent | |
| I have spread with no fucking remorse | |
| How dare you interfere my monumental wake | |
| Forever keep these words from my mouth | |
| I will become the father of lies | |
| Holiest of holy, | |
| I ensure your crucifixion | |
| Enlighten me | |
| O noble one of your mendacity | |
| Give me the clearest view of your socalled commonwealth | |
| We are your foes, annihilators of the sky | |
| Limb from limb | |
| The rites are carved into your forehead | |
| Limb from limb | |
| Engorged into your psyche | |
| Limb from limb | |
| I smell the decrepit stench of your demise | |
| Limb from limb | |
| Humanity will be destroyed | |
| My procreator | |
| I have warned thee of my prophecy | |
| Until that day, stand your fucking ground | |
| My procreator, stand your fucking ground |
| zuò qǔ : Bozeman, Whitechapel | |
| Tell me all the things you want | |
| I shall prove myself among the wise | |
| I have failed you | |
| Grant my wish | |
| I beg of thee | |
| For I have done all the deeds you have asked of me | |
| That whimpering wretched whore who birthed your adversary | |
| I retrieved her head and mutilated every last remain | |
| The blood of the innocent | |
| I have spread with no fucking remorse | |
| How dare you interfere my monumental wake | |
| Forever keep these words from my mouth | |
| I will become the father of lies | |
| Holiest of holy, | |
| I ensure your crucifixion | |
| Enlighten me | |
| O noble one of your mendacity | |
| Give me the clearest view of your socalled commonwealth | |
| We are your foes, annihilators of the sky | |
| Limb from limb | |
| The rites are carved into your forehead | |
| Limb from limb | |
| Engorged into your psyche | |
| Limb from limb | |
| I smell the decrepit stench of your demise | |
| Limb from limb | |
| Humanity will be destroyed | |
| My procreator | |
| I have warned thee of my prophecy | |
| Until that day, stand your fucking ground | |
| My procreator, stand your fucking ground |
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