| Song | Chasing The Serpent |
| Artist | Dismember |
| Album | Where Ironcrosses Grow |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Estby | |
| The day of insanityextending like a dream, the outcast of any tribe is king | |
| Generations drowned in self-indulgence and deceit, mass suicide the liberating end | |
| New gods will be born and killed to live again, religion as it's finest being breached | |
| Monstrous conclusion breaks the surface all to late, heaven as the know it out of reach | |
| God-fearing, despairing, each prayer a human grave | |
| Armed and content with the battlefield laid out, delivering the bitter blow | |
| When darkness is tyrant, never see the light, pay tribute to the overlord | |
| As the body count is done and surviving priests dispatched, a martyr's nightmare begins | |
| Atheism made out of divine neglect, on the side of angels unveiling the fiend | |
| Fluid system of hatred made flesh, take the consequence of revelations | |
| Godless god knows when, fail to evolve while chasing the serpent | |
| Shallow and ashen the foundation of souls | |
| Hollow existence, victimized and scorned |
| zuo ci : Estby | |
| The day of insanityextending like a dream, the outcast of any tribe is king | |
| Generations drowned in selfindulgence and deceit, mass suicide the liberating end | |
| New gods will be born and killed to live again, religion as it' s finest being breached | |
| Monstrous conclusion breaks the surface all to late, heaven as the know it out of reach | |
| Godfearing, despairing, each prayer a human grave | |
| Armed and content with the battlefield laid out, delivering the bitter blow | |
| When darkness is tyrant, never see the light, pay tribute to the overlord | |
| As the body count is done and surviving priests dispatched, a martyr' s nightmare begins | |
| Atheism made out of divine neglect, on the side of angels unveiling the fiend | |
| Fluid system of hatred made flesh, take the consequence of revelations | |
| Godless god knows when, fail to evolve while chasing the serpent | |
| Shallow and ashen the foundation of souls | |
| Hollow existence, victimized and scorned |
| zuò cí : Estby | |
| The day of insanityextending like a dream, the outcast of any tribe is king | |
| Generations drowned in selfindulgence and deceit, mass suicide the liberating end | |
| New gods will be born and killed to live again, religion as it' s finest being breached | |
| Monstrous conclusion breaks the surface all to late, heaven as the know it out of reach | |
| Godfearing, despairing, each prayer a human grave | |
| Armed and content with the battlefield laid out, delivering the bitter blow | |
| When darkness is tyrant, never see the light, pay tribute to the overlord | |
| As the body count is done and surviving priests dispatched, a martyr' s nightmare begins | |
| Atheism made out of divine neglect, on the side of angels unveiling the fiend | |
| Fluid system of hatred made flesh, take the consequence of revelations | |
| Godless god knows when, fail to evolve while chasing the serpent | |
| Shallow and ashen the foundation of souls | |
| Hollow existence, victimized and scorned |