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New False Prophet
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New False Prophet è stato pubblicato il 1 gennaio 2001 da Osmose Productions come parte dell'album Black Millenium (Grimly Reborn)
Released1 gennaio 2001
EtichettaOsmose Productions
LinguaEnglish
BPM100
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Testi

I survived time and death to meet you
To be sure you'll forget but, me, I didn't
You buried me too fast but here I am
And now guess who is here tonight?
From his bloody mouth, he spits a venomous hate
He is a broken doll, his eyes are blackened holes
He is the puppet of the night that cuts the strings of your life
Drugs shine in his eyes, he's not afraid to die
He is the toxic living dead
Woken up to bring your end
He is the toxic living dead
A new false prophet
Has risen from the infinite space
He's standing proud and alone though the darkest times
Like a morbid toy, he's poisoning your children's soul
He is the one that you admire through his burning breath of zombie
He is a black entity of alcohol and death
He is an ancient king, calling the masses to follow the contagion
His fingers are claws, it's the last thing you'll know
Sickness too far driven has bred the spawn
A new false prophet rises at dawn
A new false prophet
A new false prophet
So you see what evil you breed, making my life a hell
It will be the last thing you know
My feeble shell has died and you'll soon see
What profit I can get from it
His nails are black and broken
The new false prophet
I survived time and death to meet you
To be sure you'll forget but, me, I didn't
He has the stench of death, smelling like sickness
All life will blacken and rot, his art is a plot
Covered with mud and rags, no one knows his age
Wrapped in an angel cadaver, he is the masses' leader
He is the toxic living dead
He is the toxic living dead, woken up to bring your end
A new false prophet has risen from the infinite space
He's standing proud and alone though the darkest times
Like a morbid toy, he's poisoning your children's soul
He is the one that you admire through his burning zombie breath
He is a black entity of alcohol and death
He is an ancient king, calling the masses to follow the contagion
His fingers are claws, it's the last thing you'll know
Sickness too far driven has bred the spawn
A new false prophet rises at dawn
His nails are black and broken
The new false prophet
So you see what evil you breed, making my life a hell
It will be the last thing you know
My feeble shell has died and you'll soon see
What profit I can get from it
His nails are black and broken
The new false prophet
Written by: William Roussel
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