Drone Corpse Aviator - Archspire.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Dean Lamb/Tobi Morelli/Oliver Rae Aleron/Spencer Prewett/Jared Smith
[00:11.546]We have seen our enemy in the retina on the hill we're made of
[00:13.123]Peering through the many tortured minds of the imprisoned
[00:14.674]And the grim actions befallen unto them
[00:21.189]We often become blinded
[00:22.473]By the sheer eye wrenching
[00:23.483]Defacing of the humans we look into
[00:27.689]We have viewed remotely
[00:28.583]Into the homes of every sycophantic birthing unit
[00:30.808]They are regretless
[00:32.396]And exempt of conscience
[00:33.927]Performing tormenting
[00:34.692]Repulsive procedures
[00:35.465]Bereft of emotion
[00:36.227]On all that remains of our youth
[00:37.191]That sank from pride to dysentery
[00:38.780]In the wake of the parasitic serpent hatching
[00:42.590]With their hypnotic immunity
[00:45.875]Execute the vile deed
[00:47.430]Watch as they feed them
[00:48.972]Hair skin teeth and cartilage
[00:50.784]Digging deeper
[00:52.317]Now we view the buried dead
[01:02.912]We shall crawl into the marrow of their corpses
[01:05.237]Make them fly and navigate them
[01:39.548]With our weave of blackened liquid
[01:42.672]We will wake the resting rotted
[01:46.088]We will clear and light the path
[01:46.582]Of all that have arrived before us
[01:47.562]Through the sirens of the drifted
[01:48.241]Vacant dreaming and awaiting
[01:49.226]That lay dormant in the earth
[01:52.358]Drone Corpse Aviator(x4)
[02:16.550]Within our weave
[02:17.309]We hold a well of black liquid
[02:19.716]And with it we will wake the rotted
[02:21.537]From their resting fields
[02:22.848]With our path now lit we can travel
[02:24.079]To the aftermath of our captors entrance
[02:25.927]Through the sirens of the drifted
[02:27.237]That lay dreaming under the earth
[02:41.972]Drone Corpse Aviator
[02:53.163]We shall crawl into the marrow of their corpses
[02:55.502]Make them fly and navigate them
[03:00.433](Make them fly and navigate them)
[03:01.463]They will move and yell and fight again
[03:02.225]But not from breathing
[03:02.754]Not alive but ridden from their burrow
[03:03.800]They will return
[03:04.829]Taking to the air in droves of gliding carrion
[03:05.546]Piloting the many flying with the pull of tar in marrow
[03:07.689]They will move and yell and fight again
[03:08.486]But not from breathing
[03:09.517]Not alive but ridden from the burrow
[03:10.034]They will return
[03:11.050]Lifted out of every monument
[03:11.566]They put up in their honour
[03:12.346]All the dead they buried
[03:12.863]Now propelling in our flying pattern
[03:20.405]They will move and yell and fight again
[03:21.935]But not from breathing
[03:22.465]Not alive but ridden from their burrow
[03:23.260]They will return
[03:24.037]Taking to the air in droves of gliding carrion
[03:25.082]Piloting the many flying with the pull of tar in marrow
[03:26.513]Shifting in formations
[03:27.939]That are unknown to humans
[03:30.252]We're blacking out the air
[03:31.801]With decomposing gliders
[03:37.005]We shall crawl into the marrow of their corpses
[03:39.363]Make them fly and navigate them

文本歌词

作曲 : Dean Lamb/Tobi Morelli/Oliver Rae Aleron/Spencer Prewett/Jared Smith
We have seen our enemy in the retina on the hill we're made of
Peering through the many tortured minds of the imprisoned
And the grim actions befallen unto them
We often become blinded
By the sheer eye wrenching
Defacing of the humans we look into
We have viewed remotely
Into the homes of every sycophantic birthing unit
They are regretless
And exempt of conscience
Performing tormenting
Repulsive procedures
Bereft of emotion
On all that remains of our youth
That sank from pride to dysentery
In the wake of the parasitic serpent hatching
With their hypnotic immunity
Execute the vile deed
Watch as they feed them
Hair skin teeth and cartilage
Digging deeper
Now we view the buried dead
We shall crawl into the marrow of their corpses
Make them fly and navigate them
With our weave of blackened liquid
We will wake the resting rotted
We will clear and light the path
Of all that have arrived before us
Through the sirens of the drifted
Vacant dreaming and awaiting
That lay dormant in the earth
Drone Corpse Aviator(x4)
Within our weave
We hold a well of black liquid
And with it we will wake the rotted
From their resting fields
With our path now lit we can travel
To the aftermath of our captors entrance
Through the sirens of the drifted
That lay dreaming under the earth
Drone Corpse Aviator
We shall crawl into the marrow of their corpses
Make them fly and navigate them
(Make them fly and navigate them)
They will move and yell and fight again
But not from breathing
Not alive but ridden from their burrow
They will return
Taking to the air in droves of gliding carrion
Piloting the many flying with the pull of tar in marrow
They will move and yell and fight again
But not from breathing
Not alive but ridden from the burrow
They will return
Lifted out of every monument
They put up in their honour
All the dead they buried
Now propelling in our flying pattern
They will move and yell and fight again
But not from breathing
Not alive but ridden from their burrow
They will return
Taking to the air in droves of gliding carrion
Piloting the many flying with the pull of tar in marrow
Shifting in formations
That are unknown to humans
We're blacking out the air
With decomposing gliders
We shall crawl into the marrow of their corpses
Make them fly and navigate them