作词 : 李承真
作曲 : Remnants of the Fallen
The putrid stench of an expired era
A pact of sinners writhing in their own filth forever
First sin : Self-conceived pride
To justify your worthless being with your hollow success
Sin two : Exploitive intentions
Leeching off your followers down to their bones
Next sin : Covetous nature
Committing fratricide for your fifteen minutes of fame
Infesters of an innocent culture
Breeders of failure
Impaled high for all to behold
We squirm in the waste you have laid
Bathed in the curse of our father’s mistakes
Age of desolation
Will we ever find a way to amend?
Generation sin
Our legacy tainted
We’ve lost all that we’ve ever loved
Lost to condemnation
Fingers pointed to next generation – to us
No!
With rotten roots, all trees have to wither
The flocks of songbirds amass to sing their hymns of ridicule
You are one who’ve nurtured the tragedy we face
Sitting on your rusty throne
To reign supreme your inexistent realm
With rotten roots, all trees have to wither
Sweet nectar of lies, the poison you gave
We are your deformed children
Paying the price for your negligence
For the well-buried truths
Cursed is our fate to never know if our sound will be heard
Time to reclaim what’s rightfully ours
Retrace your lineage and neutralize the source
We squirm in the waste you have laid
Bathed in the curse of our father’s mistakes
Age of desolation
Will we ever find a way to amend?
Generation sin
Our legacy tainted
We’ve lost all that we’ve ever loved
Lost to condemnation
Fingers pointed to next generation – to us
作词 : 李承真
作曲 : Remnants of the Fallen
The putrid stench of an expired era
A pact of sinners writhing in their own filth forever
First sin : Self-conceived pride
To justify your worthless being with your hollow success
Sin two : Exploitive intentions
Leeching off your followers down to their bones
Next sin : Covetous nature
Committing fratricide for your fifteen minutes of fame
Infesters of an innocent culture
Breeders of failure
Impaled high for all to behold
We squirm in the waste you have laid
Bathed in the curse of our father’s mistakes
Age of desolation
Will we ever find a way to amend?
Generation sin
Our legacy tainted
We’ve lost all that we’ve ever loved
Lost to condemnation
Fingers pointed to next generation – to us
No!
With rotten roots, all trees have to wither
The flocks of songbirds amass to sing their hymns of ridicule
You are one who’ve nurtured the tragedy we face
Sitting on your rusty throne
To reign supreme your inexistent realm
With rotten roots, all trees have to wither
Sweet nectar of lies, the poison you gave
We are your deformed children
Paying the price for your negligence
For the well-buried truths
Cursed is our fate to never know if our sound will be heard
Time to reclaim what’s rightfully ours
Retrace your lineage and neutralize the source
We squirm in the waste you have laid
Bathed in the curse of our father’s mistakes
Age of desolation
Will we ever find a way to amend?
Generation sin
Our legacy tainted
We’ve lost all that we’ve ever loved
Lost to condemnation
Fingers pointed to next generation – to us