Thorns 歌词

Wake the God, lurking in The depths of your soul Crumbling, dark, enticing Expectorating scud Dare, call the leader Release now, confess Let him unleash perception Damned to be a suffering God Poisoned and impaled by thorns Eternal frost arise Repose the seeds of hate Sprouting inner doubts Become the master's strength Feast upon the altar of might Kill those of whom you suffered Rip out your blackened heart To awake transcendence Wake the God Lurking in The depths Of your soul Rip out the consciousness Feel the might of your will Damned to be a suffering God Poisoned and impaled by thorns