标题:Blasphemian
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艺人:Infant Annihilator
专辑:The Elysian Grandeval Gal鑢iarch (2016)
作词:Infant Annihilator
作曲:Infant Annihilator
编曲:Infant Annihilator
制谱人:Claudio Huerta
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节拍:
Moderate ♩ = 175
注释:Press F5 For Info33333333 In the 8th string33333333 In the 8th stringPlay this part with the 8th stringPress F5 For Info33333333 In the 8th string33333333 In the 8th stringTwo guitars in one Press F5 For InfoPress F5 For Info
标记:Acoustic IntroRiff 1Breakdown 1Riff 2Riff 3Solo 1 (Sweeps)Riff 4Riff 5Riff 6Solo 2Breakdown 2Breakdown 3 (Slow Tempo)Riff 7Riff 8Solo 3Breakdown 4 (Slow Tempo)
歌词:
Blasphemian
Ruins of monuments and foetal carcasses line the continents.
Continuously crawling from the mouth of the abyss, my minions, vicious ingesting.
They have come to conquer the cunt and slay the offspring.
Harvesting the land of putridity, harnessing its treacherous essence.
Aroused by the extermination: I, the apocalypse inseminator.
Bow to my infestation; the era of infant annihilation.
The stench of faeces and fertile flesh drifts across the dawn horizon.
The moist skin of foetuses gleam as the sun peaks through the darkness.
The mist lingering over the lakes, now cesspools of human remains,
Clears to reveal a mountainous landscape of piled cadavers.
Perched upon my throne, foetal limbs falling from my teeth,
Slaved harlots by my side sliding down my colossal cock.
The conveyor belt descending the monolithic manor bearing the birthspawn of I,
The Elysian Grandeval Galèriarch.
Perched upon my throne, foetal limbs falling from my teeth,
The mist lingering over the lakes, now cesspools of human remains,
Clears to reveal a mountainous landscape of piled cadavers.
The last great pharaoh to this bloodline of rape.
A ruinous prophecy of blasphemous paedophilic triumph.
We freely fondle and defile the desperate descendants.
The angelic servants disfigured and maimed beyond all recognition or hope.
Behold these fragile boys...
They have seen too few winters to form their own regret,
But their pain and desperation is hideously apparent.
The stench of faeces and fertile flesh drifts across the dawn horizon.
The moist skin of foetuses gleam as the sun peaks through the darkness.
Behold – Blasphemian.
Infant annihilation.
