Repent!
Repent, for the Lord has risen high and proud.
His chariot drawn by rats and vultures,
and adorned with heads of skeptics.
Yes, the Lord is on the prowl tonight,
the Lord will be diligent.
For there are many to be smitten,
and the Lord loves holocausts.
The hand of the Lord is eager to bestow.
Yes, the Lord will bestow his grace
until you pray for the fall.
He shall distress the weary!
He shall disgrace the meek!
He shall rip out the eyes of the lame?
and he shall cripple the blind.
Repent, praise, repent!
Praise the Lord of hosts,
of bestial and human filth,
of blistering gangrene.
And crawilng carnage,
of death piled upon death,
the great sower descends
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:39.142]Repent!
[00:41.930]Repent, for the Lord has risen high and proud.
[00:48.958]His chariot drawn by rats and vultures,
[00:53.796]and adorned with heads of skeptics.
[00:58.740]Yes, the Lord is on the prowl tonight,
[01:04.948]the Lord will be diligent.
[01:08.923]For there are many to be smitten,
[01:13.208]and the Lord loves holocausts.
[01:37.050]The hand of the Lord is eager to bestow.
[01:47.669]Yes, the Lord will bestow his grace
[02:05.578]until you pray for the fall.
[02:15.569]He shall distress the weary!
[02:24.836]He shall disgrace the meek!
[02:34.477]He shall rip out the eyes of the lame?
[02:45.305]and he shall cripple the blind.
[03:51.409]Repent, praise, repent!
[03:57.912]Praise the Lord of hosts,
[04:02.510]of bestial and human filth,
[04:07.415]of blistering gangrene.
[04:12.176]And crawilng carnage,
[04:16.710]of death piled upon death,
[04:24.383]the great sower descends
Repent!
Repent, for the Lord has risen high and proud.
His chariot drawn by rats and vultures,
and adorned with heads of skeptics.
Yes, the Lord is on the prowl tonight,
the Lord will be diligent.
For there are many to be smitten,
and the Lord loves holocausts.
The hand of the Lord is eager to bestow.
Yes, the Lord will bestow his grace
until you pray for the fall.
He shall distress the weary!
He shall disgrace the meek!
He shall rip out the eyes of the lame?
and he shall cripple the blind.
Repent, praise, repent!
Praise the Lord of hosts,
of bestial and human filth,
of blistering gangrene.
And crawilng carnage,
of death piled upon death,
the great sower descends
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:39.142]Repent!
[00:41.930]Repent, for the Lord has risen high and proud.
[00:48.958]His chariot drawn by rats and vultures,
[00:53.796]and adorned with heads of skeptics.
[00:58.740]Yes, the Lord is on the prowl tonight,
[01:04.948]the Lord will be diligent.
[01:08.923]For there are many to be smitten,
[01:13.208]and the Lord loves holocausts.
[01:37.050]The hand of the Lord is eager to bestow.
[01:47.669]Yes, the Lord will bestow his grace
[02:05.578]until you pray for the fall.
[02:15.569]He shall distress the weary!
[02:24.836]He shall disgrace the meek!
[02:34.477]He shall rip out the eyes of the lame?
[02:45.305]and he shall cripple the blind.
[03:51.409]Repent, praise, repent!
[03:57.912]Praise the Lord of hosts,
[04:02.510]of bestial and human filth,
[04:07.415]of blistering gangrene.
[04:12.176]And crawilng carnage,
[04:16.710]of death piled upon death,
[04:24.383]the great sower descends
Threshold wanderers
Daath dwellers
Usucaptors in lands
Preachers of the fall
Surveyors of the astray
In darkness and in ruin,
in gutters of ascension
...
Some are born without a purpose
Other than prolonged demise in ornate ways
Most of the time it's pathetic, quick and useless
And good neighbours don't...
Ground zero of transgression:
Whether ironic distance is true subversion
As it is carved in the structure
Therefore the language of the scourge
Should...
The stench of zeitgeist
Is the incense of discarded shrines
As the corpses put on powder and rouge
So that the hoax can proceed, ever sidewards
The so...
I call upon the name
of purificating angel,
Upon the name of strangling angel
Let the world drink again
from the fountains of the great deep
upon the ...
A guardless weapon of delusion
Forged of a mirage of inherent transcendence
In the tangled mechanisms of life itself
As the curtain is being unraveled...
Have ye courage, o my brethren?
The signs are everywhere.
Some did not see it coming,
others refused to see.
I can feel it in the tingle of the air,
i...
The valley of judg'ment. The forest of olde.
Where'd come the dread presence, so knowne afore?
Thou, who hath risen the oracle of lyes,
Hast thou witn...