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  • 标题:Where Angels Go Demons Follow

    艺人:SPAWN OF POSSESSION

    专辑:Incurso

    作曲:Bryssling

    制谱人:Colin Gooding

    节拍: Moderate ♩ = 240

    标记:Solo 1Solo 2
    歌词:
    Welcome you fool of blunder, insert rite of nether dreams
    Sheep or leader, your worth equals filth
    I grant illusions of purging flesh no dog shall be spared

    Pollution I carry unsuspected
    Erupted sanity I hereby sell you reign
    Fallen figures on their knees cry sacrilegious
    Enticed by fruits of life as death was sent to collect

    Silent praying spreads through the air without response
    Storm of sick and wealth
    Lights go out, stunning chill, waves of sin brought to kill
    Screams eroding panic explodes to their delight
    Storm of sick and wrath

    Fair angels demons follow, where there is grace they shall nest
    To smear their loathing and put them to rest
    Wings of gold ripped off cold left dead without a soul
    Upon dethroning their glory, a bleeding fist

    Bereft of life indeed
    Ripe and sweet, birth out of grain
    Rotting meat all that remains, sin may bring relief

    Witness in awe the sight of celebration
    Plow through it all, find nothing but deception

    Leap into the furnace flames attack in numbers, let them stroke
    Sanctimony breeds here undisturbed for reasons, no one knows and no one will
    Darkness leads, eminent in gifts levitate and shifts
    Watched from below transformed and flawed
    No one’s left behind pain is here to stay these last of days

    Silent praying spreads through the air without response
    Storm of sick and wrath
    Lights go out, stunning chill, waves of sin brought to kill
    Screams eroding panic explodes to their delight
    Storm of sick and wrath

    Thief of them all portrayed as distant somber
    Hence they shall fall, provoked and in time to reap the call
    Fair angels demon follow, where there is grace they shall nest
    To smear their loathing and put them to rest
    Wings of gold ripped off cold left dead without a soul
    Upon dethroning their glory, a bleeding fest
    All that’s left dies here with sorrow, where angels go demons follow
    Declining not shining deep is the pit where they all now sleep.

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