Paroles de [ULTRAGOLD]

Like leading lambs to the slaughter Oblivion sits flat on my tongue The curse of your brother before you Follies haunting children to come What mortal gods will you worship? What defense of your own still stands? What false conviction beholds you when your child has blood on her hands? Am I jealous of death Or biding time A God damn weakness Futile by design Disillusion Your fragile fucking mind Retribution Futile by my design When the earth unfolds and consumes you There will be no testament to your name Everything your hands and words havе touched Lost to earth's reclaim Lеt it drown in triteness Atomized by silence Spineless motherfuckers frozen by my violence The cost of the unnamable fear The cost of the unnamable fear The cost of the unnamable fear The cost of the unnamable fear What mortal gods will you worship? What defense of your own still stands? What false conviction beholds you While your child has blood on her hands? I am the glory of your kind The one unattainable might Disillusion Retribution Futile by my design