The Fall Of The Idols Of Flesh Lyrics
| Song | The Fall Of The Idols Of Flesh |
| Artist | Angel Corpse |
| Album | The Inexorable |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Helmkamp, Palubicki | |
| Dash against the rocks the sickling and his cries | |
| Break the back of the steed upon you ride | |
| Boiling bodies of water, to glass the sand | |
| And may mother's breasts shrivel and dust | |
| Tongues shall be cut from gaping mouths | |
| For I voice a culling course towards desolation | |
| Yet those chained to their own foul flesh | |
| Know only obsolescence- their nakedness | |
| Push the rabble back, to the victor come the spoils | |
| Work to certain death the labor that toils | |
| Bloat and putrefy that which flowers | |
| And tear from womb the bleating babe | |
| The blind and wretched shall be left to rot | |
| The diseased and alme dispatched | |
| Give me your sick, your meek, your lowly | |
| For I will kick the dogs when they are down | |
| For I am the inferno | |
| And you the kindling you the fuel | |
| And I am the vulture | |
| Feasting on your idols of flesh | |
| I am the shepherd and you my flock | |
| The lightning strike that splits the rock | |
| For I am wrath- vindication | |
| And the world my abattoir | |
| Visions of war dreams of anger ectasy | |
| A maelstorm of flame infernos of might | |
| Lightning phallus crack of thunder roars | |
| A lion in furious fight | |
| Cleansing fire insatiable cleaving sword | |
| The fall of the idols of flesh | |
| The stellar winds beneath my wings | |
| Are purest vengeance | |
| The firestorms within my eyes | |
| Black purest hate | |
| Of blood unvanquished blasphemies | |
| My will: one voice | |
| With strike of tumult- aftermath | |
| In withered flesh rejoice | |
| For I am the inferno | |
| And you the kindling you the fuel | |
| And I am the vulture | |
| Feasting on your idols of flesh | |
| I am the shepherd and you my flock | |
| The lightning strike that splits the rock | |
| For I am wrath- vindication | |
| And the world my abattoir |
| zuo qu : Helmkamp, Palubicki | |
| Dash against the rocks the sickling and his cries | |
| Break the back of the steed upon you ride | |
| Boiling bodies of water, to glass the sand | |
| And may mother' s breasts shrivel and dust | |
| Tongues shall be cut from gaping mouths | |
| For I voice a culling course towards desolation | |
| Yet those chained to their own foul flesh | |
| Know only obsolescence their nakedness | |
| Push the rabble back, to the victor come the spoils | |
| Work to certain death the labor that toils | |
| Bloat and putrefy that which flowers | |
| And tear from womb the bleating babe | |
| The blind and wretched shall be left to rot | |
| The diseased and alme dispatched | |
| Give me your sick, your meek, your lowly | |
| For I will kick the dogs when they are down | |
| For I am the inferno | |
| And you the kindling you the fuel | |
| And I am the vulture | |
| Feasting on your idols of flesh | |
| I am the shepherd and you my flock | |
| The lightning strike that splits the rock | |
| For I am wrath vindication | |
| And the world my abattoir | |
| Visions of war dreams of anger ectasy | |
| A maelstorm of flame infernos of might | |
| Lightning phallus crack of thunder roars | |
| A lion in furious fight | |
| Cleansing fire insatiable cleaving sword | |
| The fall of the idols of flesh | |
| The stellar winds beneath my wings | |
| Are purest vengeance | |
| The firestorms within my eyes | |
| Black purest hate | |
| Of blood unvanquished blasphemies | |
| My will: one voice | |
| With strike of tumult aftermath | |
| In withered flesh rejoice | |
| For I am the inferno | |
| And you the kindling you the fuel | |
| And I am the vulture | |
| Feasting on your idols of flesh | |
| I am the shepherd and you my flock | |
| The lightning strike that splits the rock | |
| For I am wrath vindication | |
| And the world my abattoir |
| zuò qǔ : Helmkamp, Palubicki | |
| Dash against the rocks the sickling and his cries | |
| Break the back of the steed upon you ride | |
| Boiling bodies of water, to glass the sand | |
| And may mother' s breasts shrivel and dust | |
| Tongues shall be cut from gaping mouths | |
| For I voice a culling course towards desolation | |
| Yet those chained to their own foul flesh | |
| Know only obsolescence their nakedness | |
| Push the rabble back, to the victor come the spoils | |
| Work to certain death the labor that toils | |
| Bloat and putrefy that which flowers | |
| And tear from womb the bleating babe | |
| The blind and wretched shall be left to rot | |
| The diseased and alme dispatched | |
| Give me your sick, your meek, your lowly | |
| For I will kick the dogs when they are down | |
| For I am the inferno | |
| And you the kindling you the fuel | |
| And I am the vulture | |
| Feasting on your idols of flesh | |
| I am the shepherd and you my flock | |
| The lightning strike that splits the rock | |
| For I am wrath vindication | |
| And the world my abattoir | |
| Visions of war dreams of anger ectasy | |
| A maelstorm of flame infernos of might | |
| Lightning phallus crack of thunder roars | |
| A lion in furious fight | |
| Cleansing fire insatiable cleaving sword | |
| The fall of the idols of flesh | |
| The stellar winds beneath my wings | |
| Are purest vengeance | |
| The firestorms within my eyes | |
| Black purest hate | |
| Of blood unvanquished blasphemies | |
| My will: one voice | |
| With strike of tumult aftermath | |
| In withered flesh rejoice | |
| For I am the inferno | |
| And you the kindling you the fuel | |
| And I am the vulture | |
| Feasting on your idols of flesh | |
| I am the shepherd and you my flock | |
| The lightning strike that splits the rock | |
| For I am wrath vindication | |
| And the world my abattoir |
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