[00:00.000] 作词 : Ryan Vail/Blake Mullens/Sam Melchior[00:01.000] 作曲 : Ryan Vail/Blake Mullens/Sam Melchior[00:06.932]Death will follow you to your demise[00:09.954]Rite for the bounty[00:11.149]My god proud to kill this time[00:13.705]We will define[00:15.012]Fresh sting, bloodletting aspiration follows through[00:18.516]Blood stains my calling[00:20.092]Into night we shall entomb our days[00:23.223]At the gates we all planted in our feet[00:26.472]Flesh in our teeth[00:32.817]Now when we meet[00:34.571]Pull forward, we yearn[00:36.293]Clenched to our demise, endure[00:37.213]Wither in the pain we suffer[00:39.572]Never to forget[00:41.085]Bring pardons to rest[00:46.008]Reign of dawn, earn[00:49.738]Turn through the Earth[00:52.635]Reign of dawn[00:54.192]Now in wake of the mourning star[00:58.786]Erased from the ones we are[01:02.139]Why can't we live in spite of the man?[01:05.459]We're splitting the sands[01:06.948]Remember December[01:10.009]Confide in dishonor[01:13.348]Subliminal character weighted with horror[01:16.706]Confide in the end, dishonor[01:26.271]Stand up[01:31.002]Up to your evil born worth[01:36.407]Spawn to the killer to banish the sin[01:39.687]A reason calling home[01:50.179]Wise are changing to wearing red[01:53.458]Wise are weighted to want instead[01:59.501]Decimate (decimate)[02:06.378]Put them in the blood shed, put them into sanction[02:08.126]Fill them with the blood-stained name[02:09.713]Put them in the cell by the strength of our self[02:11.225]We are burned in our own time[02:11.999]We will blaspheme and die[02:17.067]Until we rest in place[02:20.819]In wake of the mourning star[02:23.997]Through Hell, I shall enter[02:27.324]Now in wake of the mourning star[02:32.337]Erased from the ones we are[02:35.849]Why can't we live in spite of the man?[02:38.685]We're splitting the sands[02:40.197]Remember December[02:43.535]Confide in dishonor[02:46.711]Subliminal character weighted with horror[02:50.246]Confide in the end, dishonor[02:53.273]Remember, remember[03:11.108](There saw she direst strife; the supreme God[03:15.048]At war with all the frailty of grief[03:18.056]Of rage, of fear, revenge[03:22.018]Remorse, spleen, hope, but most of all, despair[03:28.906]Against these plagues he strove in vain)[03:40.296]Lucid warmth took your breath[03:43.308]A fine sight to see[03:47.171]Day trippers' game at play (Bring your fate)[03:50.979]I left it to God[03:54.127]He said to break your f*cking face[04:00.840]Descend marred upon me