Drone Corpse Aviator - Archspire.mp3

[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