| Song | II - Night Pulls all Perception |
| Artist | Feigur |
| Album | II,Desolation |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [01:23.300] | Any era starts at a world’s end |
| [01:44.500] | Night pulls all perception |
| [01:57.400] | The earth rumbles, men falter |
| [02:11.000] | Then the veil lifts and filth appears, as a foreigner |
| [02:36.500] | This plague, that man relents to create each day |
| [02:50.000] | Rises again and destroys every piece of his soul |
| [03:31.000] | Overhanging each aura, along the earth, |
| [03:44.000] | Taught to kill. |
| [03:55.500] | Rotting soil awaits our capitulation, |
| [04:10.000] | A return to this spiritual creation - osmosis. |
| [04:29.500] | Brandish your weapon face the mirror |
| [04:39.000] | And start contemplating the criminal |
| [05:06.000] | Feed the soil as it should be done |
| [05:14.800] | With blood, flesh and juicy organs. |
| [01:23.300] | Any era starts at a world' s end |
| [01:44.500] | Night pulls all perception |
| [01:57.400] | The earth rumbles, men falter |
| [02:11.000] | Then the veil lifts and filth appears, as a foreigner |
| [02:36.500] | This plague, that man relents to create each day |
| [02:50.000] | Rises again and destroys every piece of his soul |
| [03:31.000] | Overhanging each aura, along the earth, |
| [03:44.000] | Taught to kill. |
| [03:55.500] | Rotting soil awaits our capitulation, |
| [04:10.000] | A return to this spiritual creation osmosis. |
| [04:29.500] | Brandish your weapon face the mirror |
| [04:39.000] | And start contemplating the criminal |
| [05:06.000] | Feed the soil as it should be done |
| [05:14.800] | With blood, flesh and juicy organs. |
| [01:23.300] | Any era starts at a world' s end |
| [01:44.500] | Night pulls all perception |
| [01:57.400] | The earth rumbles, men falter |
| [02:11.000] | Then the veil lifts and filth appears, as a foreigner |
| [02:36.500] | This plague, that man relents to create each day |
| [02:50.000] | Rises again and destroys every piece of his soul |
| [03:31.000] | Overhanging each aura, along the earth, |
| [03:44.000] | Taught to kill. |
| [03:55.500] | Rotting soil awaits our capitulation, |
| [04:10.000] | A return to this spiritual creation osmosis. |
| [04:29.500] | Brandish your weapon face the mirror |
| [04:39.000] | And start contemplating the criminal |
| [05:06.000] | Feed the soil as it should be done |
| [05:14.800] | With blood, flesh and juicy organs. |