III歌词

[01:09.742]Now I am become death.
[01:22.168]Crawling, slithering along the edge.
[01:36.814]Shattered splinters, frozen in an eruption of light.
[02:02.345]Craving for stench of divine rot.
[02:08.586]Scratching the bare core of hideous truth.
[02:15.306]Wherewith shall it be received,
[02:18.724]when the soule's precious vessel lies ruined and lost?
[03:48.830]Now I am become death.
[04:01.246]Pierced by those signals of transcendence.
[04:21.356]Right at the 5 minutes of salvation.
[05:07.675]The bitter blood of the Lamb.
[05:14.671]Shattered grace. Ashen virtue.
[05:22.149]The horror. The horror.
[05:31.038]A precious jewel of His making.
[06:27.891]And as the light embraces the wanderer,
[06:34.303]as knees bend as thought is obliterated,
[06:40.429]with the very moment that resistance has ceased,
[06:47.030]now, I am become death, the enemy of man.
编辑于2023/05/11更新