- Satyricon Filthgrinder 歌词
- Satyricon
- Fitlhgrinder, no-love machine, cleaner unknown to remorse and pity cynical, electrical ******* murderer
What a scenery, the heavy pulsebeat of the
Unholy Alliance and the white fear
Take a look around and understand, (that) your days are numbered the demon on the
Wall and the ticking clock closing in (on that final) grasp for air, do you still believe?
The future beast is rising and tyranny has come for 777 years reach out for mercy, it's just a bygone anyway
Filthgrinder - practice aggression
Filthgrinder - protect the wealth of the
Elite Filthgrinder - tremble upon the ugly
Trueborn creature, twist that
Firm grasp of yours like in days of old
He can feel it, he knows they can't to be in league with the underworld can't be mistaken you don't believe, you know!
He chants a primitive gospel, so very hard
Yeah! The mechanisms of destructive behaviour can be an artform in itself
The beast risen represents no so called dark mercy evil knows no good, good knows no evil but a saviour he is in all forms, but religious a
Grand engine carrying years of built up
Hatred and
Powers. You know that, isn't that why
I can smell your fear?
Your heart trying to rip its way through your chest
Fitlhgrinder a beastified being risen form the collective hatred of an oppressed people.
A people representing
Pride, Dignity and
Honour!
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