[Music & Lyrics by Suidakra]
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
Suidakra - Havoc Lyrics
Suidakra - Havoc Lyrics
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[Music & Lyrics by Suidakra]
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
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