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. |