Song | Draped in Disease |
Artist | Bloodbath |
Album | Nightmares Made Flesh |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Nystrom | |
Down the sour drains | |
Below the world you think you know | |
Where man does never tread | |
For no sun ever shined that deep down low | |
Down the rotten dark | |
From the filth of mankind it is born | |
Breathing the stench of rancid sewage | |
Growing as a freak in the decayed brewage | |
From life it sets all free | |
Indulged in killing spree | |
Disguised as the one to be | |
Draped in disease | |
Medication set aside | |
No cure here to confide | |
In your veins it then shall hide | |
Draped in disease | |
Subterranean growth maligned | |
Abomination the kind | |
Balterium lord of twisted mass | |
Eyeless but not blind | |
Feasting the excrements | |
Of a thousand infections severe | |
Crawling as a snake | |
In the spreading epidemic lair | |
Down the fluid hell | |
Stained are the walls with its poisoned breath | |
Roots of pestilent plague | |
The rates abide its ways as a tail of death | |
Down the hive of chills | |
From the filth of mankind it now feeds |
zuo qu : Nystrom | |
Down the sour drains | |
Below the world you think you know | |
Where man does never tread | |
For no sun ever shined that deep down low | |
Down the rotten dark | |
From the filth of mankind it is born | |
Breathing the stench of rancid sewage | |
Growing as a freak in the decayed brewage | |
From life it sets all free | |
Indulged in killing spree | |
Disguised as the one to be | |
Draped in disease | |
Medication set aside | |
No cure here to confide | |
In your veins it then shall hide | |
Draped in disease | |
Subterranean growth maligned | |
Abomination the kind | |
Balterium lord of twisted mass | |
Eyeless but not blind | |
Feasting the excrements | |
Of a thousand infections severe | |
Crawling as a snake | |
In the spreading epidemic lair | |
Down the fluid hell | |
Stained are the walls with its poisoned breath | |
Roots of pestilent plague | |
The rates abide its ways as a tail of death | |
Down the hive of chills | |
From the filth of mankind it now feeds |
zuò qǔ : Nystrom | |
Down the sour drains | |
Below the world you think you know | |
Where man does never tread | |
For no sun ever shined that deep down low | |
Down the rotten dark | |
From the filth of mankind it is born | |
Breathing the stench of rancid sewage | |
Growing as a freak in the decayed brewage | |
From life it sets all free | |
Indulged in killing spree | |
Disguised as the one to be | |
Draped in disease | |
Medication set aside | |
No cure here to confide | |
In your veins it then shall hide | |
Draped in disease | |
Subterranean growth maligned | |
Abomination the kind | |
Balterium lord of twisted mass | |
Eyeless but not blind | |
Feasting the excrements | |
Of a thousand infections severe | |
Crawling as a snake | |
In the spreading epidemic lair | |
Down the fluid hell | |
Stained are the walls with its poisoned breath | |
Roots of pestilent plague | |
The rates abide its ways as a tail of death | |
Down the hive of chills | |
From the filth of mankind it now feeds |