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Deceiver
1245
Metal
Utwór Deceiver został wydany 13 marca 2012 przez eOne Music jako część albumu Baptized In Filth
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Data wydania13 marca 2012
WytwórniaeOne Music
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM81

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Impending Doom
Impending Doom
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sittig, D. / Johnson, S. / Trahan, B. / Reeves, B.
Sittig, D. / Johnson, S. / Trahan, B. / Reeves, B.
Composer

Tekst Utworu

This is the last time, you'll see my face
And the last time, you'll hear my voice
Your words are weak and pathetic
And when you speak, I can see you're desperate
For attention, you won't get
The filth you speak comes straight from hell
Your walls are weak, and I can tell
Somebody said this is the last generation
Biding time before the blood of the last ones
Follow me and the end excites
Call me, God, in the blink of an eye
The first table has already fallen
The first one out, soon he'll be calling
Stay close, you will never die
Stay close, you were never alive
The filth you speak comes straight from hell
Your walls are weak, and I can tell
The filth you speak comes straight from hell
Your walls are weak, and we can tell
Will you give me God?
Will you give me God?
Will you give me God?
Will you give me God?
Will you give me God?
Will you give me God?
No one will be there but the snake
The devil
Deceiver
Unholy one
No one with change or empty explanations
No need to waste my breath on the situation
You've disguised yourself as someone you're not
Your facade to burst your little ego
The first table has already fallen
The first one out, soon we'll be calling
Stay close, you'll never die
Stay close, you were never alive
Dead bodies stacked ten feet tall
Dead bodies stacked ten feet tall
Dead bodies stacked ten feet tall
Dead bodies stacked ten feet tall
Dead bodies stacked ten feet tall
Dead bodies stacked ten feet tall
Now the devil's at your funeral
Dead bodies stacked ten feet tall
Now the devil's at your funeral
Dead bodies stacked ten feet tall
Now the devil's at your funeral, urgh
The filth you speak comes straight from hell
Your walls are weak, and I can tell
Written by: Sittig, D. / Johnson, S. / Trahan, B. / Reeves, B.
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