[00:00.000] 作词 : Horror Of Pestilence
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Horror Of Pestilence
[00:02.000] 编曲 : Horror Of Pestilence
[00:20.330]Our desires blacken the sun,
[00:25.720]Smoke reveals our passage.
[00:28.840]There will be no following - Each lighthouse has burned.
[00:32.960]Humanity born of apocalypse
[00:33.920]Will not expire within doom's fire
[00:35.550]Necromantic rites extend the nights before the arrival
[00:38.300]One can look back but never return
[00:39.840]Neither casket nor dusk will bring the peace they seek
[00:42.820]Such is the fate of the weak
[00:44.510]Blood seeping
[00:45.970]From fresh lesions
[00:48.320]Invasive rot penetrates the air
[00:52.370]We can fvcking see
[00:55.880]We can fvcking hear
[01:11.350]Blood seeping
[01:13.620]From fresh lesions
[01:16.410]Invasive rot penetrates the air
[01:32.630]They sit on a throne of arrogance that will not be seen for fear of light
[01:33.990]Such is the fate of the weak - living a shell of a life
[01:38.150]A welcome darkness adorning the ignorant
[01:40.940]Still they deceive. Still they deny.
[01:42.230]This must not be painful enough.
[01:44.900]The agony of carving my heart out
[01:49.250]Is nothing compared to this ugliness
[01:54.770]The agony of carving my heart out
[02:00.280]Is nothing compared to...
[02:05.720]Walking in shadow, in search of light
[02:16.300]All it takes is a little pain to open the door
[02:50.400]Waking to meet the day of doom
[02:56.390]Kneeling upon gravetender's tomb
[03:01.720]“That is not dead which can eternal lie,
[03:07.070]And with strange aeons even death may die.”
[03:13.150]We congregate on ancient lands
[03:18.070]We bring fresh blood as the old ones command
[03:24.180]We congregate on ancient lands
[03:29.280]We bring fresh blood as the old ones command
[03:45.770]Walking in shadow, in search of light
[03:56.480]All it takes is a little pain to open the door
[04:07.940]The agony of carving my heart out
[04:13.740]Is nothing compared to this ugliness
[04:19.550]The agony of carving my heart out
[04:25.090]Is nothing compared to...

作词 : Horror Of Pestilence
作曲 : Horror Of Pestilence
编曲 : Horror Of Pestilence
Our desires blacken the sun,
Smoke reveals our passage.
There will be no following - Each lighthouse has burned.
Humanity born of apocalypse
Will not expire within doom's fire
Necromantic rites extend the nights before the arrival
One can look back but never return
Neither casket nor dusk will bring the peace they seek
Such is the fate of the weak
Blood seeping
From fresh lesions
Invasive rot penetrates the air
We can fvcking see
We can fvcking hear
Blood seeping
From fresh lesions
Invasive rot penetrates the air
They sit on a throne of arrogance that will not be seen for fear of light
Such is the fate of the weak - living a shell of a life
A welcome darkness adorning the ignorant
Still they deceive. Still they deny.
This must not be painful enough.
The agony of carving my heart out
Is nothing compared to this ugliness
The agony of carving my heart out
Is nothing compared to...
Walking in shadow, in search of light
All it takes is a little pain to open the door
Waking to meet the day of doom
Kneeling upon gravetender's tomb
“That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die.”
We congregate on ancient lands
We bring fresh blood as the old ones command
We congregate on ancient lands
We bring fresh blood as the old ones command
Walking in shadow, in search of light
All it takes is a little pain to open the door
The agony of carving my heart out
Is nothing compared to this ugliness
The agony of carving my heart out
Is nothing compared to...