| Song | Where The Slime Live |
| Artist | Morbid Angel |
| Album | Domination |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Azagthoth, Vincent | |
| Where the Slime Live | |
| (They are the lowest forms of life)Where the Slime Breed | |
| (They make a new one too corrupted)When the Wind Blows | |
| (The winds of truth are blowing now)And the cradle falls ... down | |
| Their poison fingers | |
| That wrote the poison lies | |
| Their poison lingers | |
| And what a tragedy when the fingers are removed | |
| Where the Slime Live! | |
| Their burning dogma | |
| Introducing to our minds - lies | |
| They plot for the total control of the morals | |
| And what a tragedy when the god-heads are removed | |
| They crawl, They breed, They hide but we see | |
| They burn - I see the smoke of the funerals rising | |
| God lives in their hearts now laid to rest | |
| What a sight as their kingdom comes tumbling down | |
| We burn - The ones with contrite souls be gone! | |
| Long gone are the filthy liars | |
| Long gone are their filthy lies | |
| I know they'll come again someday | |
| Where the Slime Live and how the slime gets washed away |
| zuo ci : Azagthoth, Vincent | |
| Where the Slime Live | |
| They are the lowest forms of life Where the Slime Breed | |
| They make a new one too corrupted When the Wind Blows | |
| The winds of truth are blowing now And the cradle falls ... down | |
| Their poison fingers | |
| That wrote the poison lies | |
| Their poison lingers | |
| And what a tragedy when the fingers are removed | |
| Where the Slime Live! | |
| Their burning dogma | |
| Introducing to our minds lies | |
| They plot for the total control of the morals | |
| And what a tragedy when the godheads are removed | |
| They crawl, They breed, They hide but we see | |
| They burn I see the smoke of the funerals rising | |
| God lives in their hearts now laid to rest | |
| What a sight as their kingdom comes tumbling down | |
| We burn The ones with contrite souls be gone! | |
| Long gone are the filthy liars | |
| Long gone are their filthy lies | |
| I know they' ll come again someday | |
| Where the Slime Live and how the slime gets washed away |
| zuò cí : Azagthoth, Vincent | |
| Where the Slime Live | |
| They are the lowest forms of life Where the Slime Breed | |
| They make a new one too corrupted When the Wind Blows | |
| The winds of truth are blowing now And the cradle falls ... down | |
| Their poison fingers | |
| That wrote the poison lies | |
| Their poison lingers | |
| And what a tragedy when the fingers are removed | |
| Where the Slime Live! | |
| Their burning dogma | |
| Introducing to our minds lies | |
| They plot for the total control of the morals | |
| And what a tragedy when the godheads are removed | |
| They crawl, They breed, They hide but we see | |
| They burn I see the smoke of the funerals rising | |
| God lives in their hearts now laid to rest | |
| What a sight as their kingdom comes tumbling down | |
| We burn The ones with contrite souls be gone! | |
| Long gone are the filthy liars | |
| Long gone are their filthy lies | |
| I know they' ll come again someday | |
| Where the Slime Live and how the slime gets washed away |