It 歌词

Formation amasses Dark clouds roll in A curtain of mist masks a sky that’s falling down A violent tremor Shakes the ground beneath Expands and contracts as it crumbles from within Two tattered claws, dark shrouded head A shapeless form drags Itself from the crater We assemble around It and we hear Its praise It says we’re unique just like everybody else [Chorus] Unending pain (Torture divine) Our greatest fears (Pulse feeding vine) We’re kindling the fire It creates We’re programmed to be scared everyday We’re blinded by Its viral fear monopoly We’ll be enslaved forever We’ll be enslaved forever To the end We will spill holy blood in the name of the Father! We will tear down the gods as we watch the world burn! We will rip flesh from bone just to feed one another! We will all heed Its call, we have become the Fallen! [Chorus] Unending pain (Torture divine) Our greatest fears (Pulse feeding vine)