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Twelve Tribes
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Abaddon
作词:Charles Corpus, Adam Jackson
Agathodaemon, he sighs in his whispers towards the skies You tyrants unfit for this phantasm, cowered to prestige In his reconciled nest, just as you promised from his last glimpse of life The sunlight blinds his eyes, fallen is abandon, she has become a cell For demons for every foul bird, every beast
For the angels have drunk the wine of her licentious passion The kings of the sky have fucked her untouched Strike down the blistering sun downtrodden aura hoax The sidewinders pave the way to Orcus necropolis black
Abaddon lay wretched in disgust, exhaled by the breath of god Onto glass as though it was scribbled in my flesh, you die Silver flames stare back at me and stretch from his chin To crash down on my skull 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网
Long faced descendant why must you gather at the stage of my fall? You should be crawling at the side of my foot as dragon and belie I saw Michael with the key, as imprisoned wings curl Detached from forever from heaven down Arioc Uzziel
Down Moloch and so very low he climbs beneath the dead Below the orchid blossom Go now cherub unfeeling, sew your fragrance sadness Into the quilts of those who wish to wither in you blink
As I spit gist in your mind as you are no glistening son of mine Wrestle you pawn through three hundred and sixty sullen degrees Of patients unknown
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