| Song | The Beast That Cannot Be Fed |
| Artist | Destroy Destroy Destroy |
| Album | Devour the Power |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Destroy Destroy Destroy | |
| You can hold your breath until you turn cold blue,before you inhale the putrid air that expels from me | |
| Burn all the sinners, condemn me if you will | |
| I may creep the night, but you lurk in the darkest of shadows | |
| Empires rise | |
| They fall | |
| But every Sunday you feed the best that cannot be fed | |
| The warm moist poison from your lungs can condense on the bottom of my car as your body entangles it's innards, as I chauffeur you to hell | |
| I may creep the night, but you lurk in the darkest of shadows | |
| Empires rise | |
| They fall | |
| But every Sunday you feed the beast that cannot be fed |
| zuo qu : Destroy Destroy Destroy | |
| You can hold your breath until you turn cold blue, before you inhale the putrid air that expels from me | |
| Burn all the sinners, condemn me if you will | |
| I may creep the night, but you lurk in the darkest of shadows | |
| Empires rise | |
| They fall | |
| But every Sunday you feed the best that cannot be fed | |
| The warm moist poison from your lungs can condense on the bottom of my car as your body entangles it' s innards, as I chauffeur you to hell | |
| I may creep the night, but you lurk in the darkest of shadows | |
| Empires rise | |
| They fall | |
| But every Sunday you feed the beast that cannot be fed |
| zuò qǔ : Destroy Destroy Destroy | |
| You can hold your breath until you turn cold blue, before you inhale the putrid air that expels from me | |
| Burn all the sinners, condemn me if you will | |
| I may creep the night, but you lurk in the darkest of shadows | |
| Empires rise | |
| They fall | |
| But every Sunday you feed the best that cannot be fed | |
| The warm moist poison from your lungs can condense on the bottom of my car as your body entangles it' s innards, as I chauffeur you to hell | |
| I may creep the night, but you lurk in the darkest of shadows | |
| Empires rise | |
| They fall | |
| But every Sunday you feed the beast that cannot be fed |