Song | Red Code Cult |
Artist | Septic Flesh |
Album | Sumerian Daemons |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : A., V. | |
Equinox is at hand | |
The gates are now aligned | |
Raise the candles in the air and give the secret sign | |
The temperature is dropping down | |
Our breath seems now like smoke | |
The guardians of the shadow lands blind the heathen eyes | |
Our mental variation: a phantom made from light | |
With red we paint our fantasy until it breathes with might | |
Deciphering the code that releases the unknown | |
We make the wanted possible | |
Material like the stone | |
Red code cult | |
Welcome to our church disciples of the jackal | |
Your nature is key | |
Now raise the veils of the misty tyranny of the fake laws | |
Open the Choronzone | |
Our mental variation: a phantom made from light | |
With red we paint our fantasy until it breathes with might | |
Deciphering the code that releases the unknown | |
We make the wanted possible | |
Material like the stone | |
Red code cult |
zuo qu : A., V. | |
Equinox is at hand | |
The gates are now aligned | |
Raise the candles in the air and give the secret sign | |
The temperature is dropping down | |
Our breath seems now like smoke | |
The guardians of the shadow lands blind the heathen eyes | |
Our mental variation: a phantom made from light | |
With red we paint our fantasy until it breathes with might | |
Deciphering the code that releases the unknown | |
We make the wanted possible | |
Material like the stone | |
Red code cult | |
Welcome to our church disciples of the jackal | |
Your nature is key | |
Now raise the veils of the misty tyranny of the fake laws | |
Open the Choronzone | |
Our mental variation: a phantom made from light | |
With red we paint our fantasy until it breathes with might | |
Deciphering the code that releases the unknown | |
We make the wanted possible | |
Material like the stone | |
Red code cult |
zuò qǔ : A., V. | |
Equinox is at hand | |
The gates are now aligned | |
Raise the candles in the air and give the secret sign | |
The temperature is dropping down | |
Our breath seems now like smoke | |
The guardians of the shadow lands blind the heathen eyes | |
Our mental variation: a phantom made from light | |
With red we paint our fantasy until it breathes with might | |
Deciphering the code that releases the unknown | |
We make the wanted possible | |
Material like the stone | |
Red code cult | |
Welcome to our church disciples of the jackal | |
Your nature is key | |
Now raise the veils of the misty tyranny of the fake laws | |
Open the Choronzone | |
Our mental variation: a phantom made from light | |
With red we paint our fantasy until it breathes with might | |
Deciphering the code that releases the unknown | |
We make the wanted possible | |
Material like the stone | |
Red code cult |