Havoc 歌词

Woe... when fear is our bridle Lost in the claws of decay Oh , Tomorrow's a grinning skull That leads our way Sweet oblivion rocks us In a cradle of darkness Reel to the first tune In the crescendo of death Each delight becomes a jeering guilt Our mohters viscera sticks bleedin' in our throat So we grunt and we belch without any dread Prelude the eventide of the tellural breed Just like a desease Our race increase Just like a noctural dream We'll fade away one day Oh father tell me why The last flower died in my hands For castles in the air They burned down the ground And a hand full of dust For my life Hark! To our mothers scolding Discord is the harvest of greed Trust no pray into the emptiness Still havoc feasts ... on mankind