[00:00.000] 作曲 : Frankie Keating/James Threadwell/Kyle Lamb/Valis Volkova/Jack Higgs/Steve Padley
[00:16.409]Endless and seeking
[00:18.850]My life lacks all meaning
[00:20.654]Cursed to live another day
[00:22.799]Constant yet fleeting a cycle
[00:25.160]Repeating I fear
[00:26.471]I'll do this until the end of days
[00:29.483]I ushered in fire, fed from the heard gave birth to desires
[00:33.767]Salt the soul with the blood of the unworthy
[00:38.086]Their whispering forked tongues feed the fetid soil and the mangled roots
[00:42.425]If you chop off the serpents head
[00:45.937]The body writhes and squirms but the bastard snake will remain dead
[00:50.582]Now empowered I scour your eyes for greed or lust
[00:54.660]The stench of lies has now become your putrid musk
[00:59.029]I have found profound differences between us
[01:02.951]The grounds we share is blackened now
[01:06.553]Returned to Dust
[01:09.084]Seeding your willows root of lies whilst you rashly wrought this treason
[01:12.093]Deprived of your sense of sight
[01:13.611]A heinous fate for a life
[01:13.810]Rending flesh and bone and tendon alike
[01:15.906]Conceited liar, contempt inspired
[01:19.899]To suffer those whom do possess, the slightest ounce of ignorance
[01:24.745]I'd purge the tongue of treachery with fire
[01:30.584]To rid salaciousness
[01:33.121]Necrotic, Demonic, An effigy to perjure catatonic
[01:37.485]A falsifier of flesh branded
[01:44.476]I have seen you lie, deceive, falsify
[01:47.523]Conceited vermin filth
[01:57.980]Just a twisted liar
[02:00.339]A sick defiler
[02:02.447]I have no need to suffer this
[02:04.610]No patience left for Ignorance
[02:06.976]Face down an exaltation proclaimed as my right
[02:10.007]Base forms in the moonless night
[02:11.490]I proceed to perceive a million synchronicities between a demon and a servant of divinity
[02:14.659]I have commingled with demons consorted with contorted souls
[02:20.388]Arise, my morning star
[02:23.607]Languish in this hell, I’ve wrought
[02:30.213]Defiling all your private thoughts
[02:33.874]Weaving a widows web of lies whilst exhuming thought and reason
[02:36.957]You'd thrive at home in the ninth, flayed and branded for life
[02:38.726]This wretched curse now proclaimed as your rite
[02:40.811]Falsifier, a sick desire
[02:44.787]To suffer those whom do possess, the slightest ounce
[02:48.040]Of Ignorance
[02:49.696]I'd purge the tongue of treachery with fire
[02:55.539]To rid salaciousness
[02:57.945]Necrotic, Demonic, An effigy to perjure catatonic
[03:02.434]A falsifier of flesh branded
[03:23.838]An abhorrent and vile degradation of health
[03:28.053]You cheapen your morals and values just to prove your f*king self
[03:48.779]Dead on the ground
[03:50.235]Sever the spine, Deceiver

作曲 : Frankie Keating/James Threadwell/Kyle Lamb/Valis Volkova/Jack Higgs/Steve Padley
Endless and seeking
My life lacks all meaning
Cursed to live another day
Constant yet fleeting a cycle
Repeating I fear
I'll do this until the end of days
I ushered in fire, fed from the heard gave birth to desires
Salt the soul with the blood of the unworthy
Their whispering forked tongues feed the fetid soil and the mangled roots
If you chop off the serpents head
The body writhes and squirms but the bastard snake will remain dead
Now empowered I scour your eyes for greed or lust
The stench of lies has now become your putrid musk
I have found profound differences between us
The grounds we share is blackened now
Returned to Dust
Seeding your willows root of lies whilst you rashly wrought this treason
Deprived of your sense of sight
A heinous fate for a life
Rending flesh and bone and tendon alike
Conceited liar, contempt inspired
To suffer those whom do possess, the slightest ounce of ignorance
I'd purge the tongue of treachery with fire
To rid salaciousness
Necrotic, Demonic, An effigy to perjure catatonic
A falsifier of flesh branded
I have seen you lie, deceive, falsify
Conceited vermin filth
Just a twisted liar
A sick defiler
I have no need to suffer this
No patience left for Ignorance
Face down an exaltation proclaimed as my right
Base forms in the moonless night
I proceed to perceive a million synchronicities between a demon and a servant of divinity
I have commingled with demons consorted with contorted souls
Arise, my morning star
Languish in this hell, I’ve wrought
Defiling all your private thoughts
Weaving a widows web of lies whilst exhuming thought and reason
You'd thrive at home in the ninth, flayed and branded for life
This wretched curse now proclaimed as your rite
Falsifier, a sick desire
To suffer those whom do possess, the slightest ounce
Of Ignorance
I'd purge the tongue of treachery with fire
To rid salaciousness
Necrotic, Demonic, An effigy to perjure catatonic
A falsifier of flesh branded
An abhorrent and vile degradation of health
You cheapen your morals and values just to prove your f*king self
Dead on the ground
Sever the spine, Deceiver