| Song | A Grim Charade |
| Artist | Gorefest |
| Album | Rise To Ruin |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : DeKoeijer, Gorefest | |
| A grim charade, this jester's race. | |
| Its bleakness washes over me. | |
| This overpowered farce, technocratic state. | |
| Needs to be put back into its place. | |
| All the shit you throw now comes back at you. | |
| That's when you wake up and realise | |
| That this war cannot be won. | |
| The truth hits hard, the walls come down. | |
| Your nightmare has just begun. | |
| It's a total invasion, devaluation, degeneration. | |
| Of your lust for wealth and power, | |
| Your pointless rules and accusations, | |
| The price to pay for the greedy nations. | |
| There's no-one to help you now. | |
| Your threats mean nothing now. | |
| No-one to help you now. | |
| Your threats mean nothing. | |
| It's a total invasion, devaluation, degeneration, | |
| Of your lust for wealth and power. | |
| Your pointless wars and accusations, | |
| The price to pay for the dying nations. | |
| No-one to help you now. |
| zuo ci : DeKoeijer, Gorefest | |
| A grim charade, this jester' s race. | |
| Its bleakness washes over me. | |
| This overpowered farce, technocratic state. | |
| Needs to be put back into its place. | |
| All the shit you throw now comes back at you. | |
| That' s when you wake up and realise | |
| That this war cannot be won. | |
| The truth hits hard, the walls come down. | |
| Your nightmare has just begun. | |
| It' s a total invasion, devaluation, degeneration. | |
| Of your lust for wealth and power, | |
| Your pointless rules and accusations, | |
| The price to pay for the greedy nations. | |
| There' s noone to help you now. | |
| Your threats mean nothing now. | |
| Noone to help you now. | |
| Your threats mean nothing. | |
| It' s a total invasion, devaluation, degeneration, | |
| Of your lust for wealth and power. | |
| Your pointless wars and accusations, | |
| The price to pay for the dying nations. | |
| Noone to help you now. |
| zuò cí : DeKoeijer, Gorefest | |
| A grim charade, this jester' s race. | |
| Its bleakness washes over me. | |
| This overpowered farce, technocratic state. | |
| Needs to be put back into its place. | |
| All the shit you throw now comes back at you. | |
| That' s when you wake up and realise | |
| That this war cannot be won. | |
| The truth hits hard, the walls come down. | |
| Your nightmare has just begun. | |
| It' s a total invasion, devaluation, degeneration. | |
| Of your lust for wealth and power, | |
| Your pointless rules and accusations, | |
| The price to pay for the greedy nations. | |
| There' s noone to help you now. | |
| Your threats mean nothing now. | |
| Noone to help you now. | |
| Your threats mean nothing. | |
| It' s a total invasion, devaluation, degeneration, | |
| Of your lust for wealth and power. | |
| Your pointless wars and accusations, | |
| The price to pay for the dying nations. | |
| Noone to help you now. |