| Song | The True Beast |
| Artist | All Shall Persih |
| Album | The Price Of Existence |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Hermida, Kuykendall, Orum ... | |
| I creep into your fiending your | |
| Pleasure coming next mine | |
| Abandoned wounds are bleeding | |
| Rotting ignorance becomes bliss | |
| My mind is searching | |
| My mind is fighting | |
| My mind is thoughtless | |
| Now | |
| You hear it? | |
| You hear the torture | |
| I'm on my knees | |
| Begging your body to wither | |
| Don't you ignite me | |
| This is not your time | |
| It takes hold | |
| This image of rapture infecting you whole | |
| Stripped, stripped to the bone | |
| Devoured for solace a place we both know | |
| A door opens to show a menace | |
| Its primal justice for this vile crime | |
| So slowly she devours (Slave) | |
| My perfect utterance (Slave) | |
| Disown this penance away (Away) | |
| For now its on me | |
| I could not see past fury | |
| Maintained the true beast | |
| My instincts rupture and the motive | |
| Has no theme | |
| Now look into these eyes | |
| And see the end of time | |
| It takes hold this image of rapture | |
| Infecting you whole | |
| Stripped, stripped to the bone | |
| Devoured for solace a place we both know |
| zuo qu : Hermida, Kuykendall, Orum ... | |
| I creep into your fiending your | |
| Pleasure coming next mine | |
| Abandoned wounds are bleeding | |
| Rotting ignorance becomes bliss | |
| My mind is searching | |
| My mind is fighting | |
| My mind is thoughtless | |
| Now | |
| You hear it? | |
| You hear the torture | |
| I' m on my knees | |
| Begging your body to wither | |
| Don' t you ignite me | |
| This is not your time | |
| It takes hold | |
| This image of rapture infecting you whole | |
| Stripped, stripped to the bone | |
| Devoured for solace a place we both know | |
| A door opens to show a menace | |
| Its primal justice for this vile crime | |
| So slowly she devours Slave | |
| My perfect utterance Slave | |
| Disown this penance away Away | |
| For now its on me | |
| I could not see past fury | |
| Maintained the true beast | |
| My instincts rupture and the motive | |
| Has no theme | |
| Now look into these eyes | |
| And see the end of time | |
| It takes hold this image of rapture | |
| Infecting you whole | |
| Stripped, stripped to the bone | |
| Devoured for solace a place we both know |
| zuò qǔ : Hermida, Kuykendall, Orum ... | |
| I creep into your fiending your | |
| Pleasure coming next mine | |
| Abandoned wounds are bleeding | |
| Rotting ignorance becomes bliss | |
| My mind is searching | |
| My mind is fighting | |
| My mind is thoughtless | |
| Now | |
| You hear it? | |
| You hear the torture | |
| I' m on my knees | |
| Begging your body to wither | |
| Don' t you ignite me | |
| This is not your time | |
| It takes hold | |
| This image of rapture infecting you whole | |
| Stripped, stripped to the bone | |
| Devoured for solace a place we both know | |
| A door opens to show a menace | |
| Its primal justice for this vile crime | |
| So slowly she devours Slave | |
| My perfect utterance Slave | |
| Disown this penance away Away | |
| For now its on me | |
| I could not see past fury | |
| Maintained the true beast | |
| My instincts rupture and the motive | |
| Has no theme | |
| Now look into these eyes | |
| And see the end of time | |
| It takes hold this image of rapture | |
| Infecting you whole | |
| Stripped, stripped to the bone | |
| Devoured for solace a place we both know |