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โฑ๏ธ 5:37 duration
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๐ Lyrics
Enter suicidal angels
How hungry we've become
Like animals naked in shame
Fed with the hooves of apocalypse
That galloped down, disordered worlds behind
From word to a word, I was led to a word
That spanned over cultures in rage
Crimson masses, steeped in decadence
Holding our tongues to the thirsty sun
So, is the future still open?
Then enter, hornet, from our hive-dark hearts
To draw down the end from within
We need not the horns
That emanate from our dying, haunted bodes
Seven in number they are
Nihilist, Hedon
The priceless art of their lives
Sorrow is a wing laid atop their heads
Skin deep
We carve our immeasurable sorrow
In the fold of your shivering arms
How hungry we've become
Like animals naked in shame
Fed with the hooves of apocalypse
That galloped down, disordered worlds behind
Hedon
Your chindren wild
Hedon
And filled with death
Jupiter in our unforgiving eves
A pandemonium of bodies and gold
Eager, as a part of your face
And the sickness attached to your skin (stone)
As the wine-rush
Charging from androgynous wombs
To open free the lid of pain
Hedon
Rinsed in post-human shadows
A monument scorned by the teeth of time
Stale-faced keeper of secrets
Loaded with implosive fire
The whore that carried the apostle
To the mating point on the graves of giants
We look at you, afraid
To see what we really are
We look at you, afraid
To see what we really are
How hungry we've become
Like animals naked in shame
Fed with the hooves of apocalypse
That galloped down, disordered worlds behind
From word to a word, I was led to a word
That spanned over cultures in rage
Crimson masses, steeped in decadence
Holding our tongues to the thirsty sun
So, is the future still open?
Then enter, hornet, from our hive-dark hearts
To draw down the end from within
We need not the horns
That emanate from our dying, haunted bodes
Seven in number they are
Nihilist, Hedon
The priceless art of their lives
Sorrow is a wing laid atop their heads
Skin deep
We carve our immeasurable sorrow
In the fold of your shivering arms
How hungry we've become
Like animals naked in shame
Fed with the hooves of apocalypse
That galloped down, disordered worlds behind
Hedon
Your chindren wild
Hedon
And filled with death
Jupiter in our unforgiving eves
A pandemonium of bodies and gold
Eager, as a part of your face
And the sickness attached to your skin (stone)
As the wine-rush
Charging from androgynous wombs
To open free the lid of pain
Hedon
Rinsed in post-human shadows
A monument scorned by the teeth of time
Stale-faced keeper of secrets
Loaded with implosive fire
The whore that carried the apostle
To the mating point on the graves of giants
We look at you, afraid
To see what we really are
We look at you, afraid
To see what we really are
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:20.58] Enter suicidal angels
[00:34.24] How hungry we've become
[00:41.72] Like animals naked in shame
[00:46.12] Fed with the hooves of apocalypse
[00:51.59] That galloped down, disordered worlds behind
[00:58.27] From word to a word, I was led to a word
[01:01.14] That spanned over cultures in rage
[01:04.16] Crimson masses, steeped in decadence
[01:07.06] Holding our tongues to the thirsty sun
[01:10.94] So, is the future still open?
[01:13.90] Then enter, hornet, from our hive-dark hearts
[01:20.26] To draw down the end from within
[02:07.01] We need not the horns
[02:10.07] That emanate from our dying, haunted bodes
[02:14.54] Seven in number they are
[02:31.69] Nihilist, Hedon
[02:35.01] The priceless art of their lives
[02:38.14] Sorrow is a wing laid atop their heads
[02:42.42] Skin deep
[02:45.41] We carve our immeasurable sorrow
[02:48.87] In the fold of your shivering arms
[02:53.97] How hungry we've become
[03:01.15] Like animals naked in shame
[03:03.31] Fed with the hooves of apocalypse
[03:08.58] That galloped down, disordered worlds behind
[03:14.33] Hedon
[03:18.30] Your chindren wild
[03:22.33] Hedon
[03:24.43] And filled with death
[04:02.58] Jupiter in our unforgiving eves
[04:03.20] A pandemonium of bodies and gold
[04:03.50] Eager, as a part of your face
[04:03.82] And the sickness attached to your skin (stone)
[04:04.22] As the wine-rush
[04:06.82] Charging from androgynous wombs
[04:09.81] To open free the lid of pain
[04:24.70] Hedon
[04:25.97] Rinsed in post-human shadows
[04:29.06] A monument scorned by the teeth of time
[04:31.44] Stale-faced keeper of secrets
[04:34.51] Loaded with implosive fire
[04:37.67] The whore that carried the apostle
[04:40.81] To the mating point on the graves of giants
[04:59.93] We look at you, afraid
[05:05.75] To see what we really are
[05:11.24] We look at you, afraid
[05:16.41] To see what we really are
[05:25.56]
[00:34.24] How hungry we've become
[00:41.72] Like animals naked in shame
[00:46.12] Fed with the hooves of apocalypse
[00:51.59] That galloped down, disordered worlds behind
[00:58.27] From word to a word, I was led to a word
[01:01.14] That spanned over cultures in rage
[01:04.16] Crimson masses, steeped in decadence
[01:07.06] Holding our tongues to the thirsty sun
[01:10.94] So, is the future still open?
[01:13.90] Then enter, hornet, from our hive-dark hearts
[01:20.26] To draw down the end from within
[02:07.01] We need not the horns
[02:10.07] That emanate from our dying, haunted bodes
[02:14.54] Seven in number they are
[02:31.69] Nihilist, Hedon
[02:35.01] The priceless art of their lives
[02:38.14] Sorrow is a wing laid atop their heads
[02:42.42] Skin deep
[02:45.41] We carve our immeasurable sorrow
[02:48.87] In the fold of your shivering arms
[02:53.97] How hungry we've become
[03:01.15] Like animals naked in shame
[03:03.31] Fed with the hooves of apocalypse
[03:08.58] That galloped down, disordered worlds behind
[03:14.33] Hedon
[03:18.30] Your chindren wild
[03:22.33] Hedon
[03:24.43] And filled with death
[04:02.58] Jupiter in our unforgiving eves
[04:03.20] A pandemonium of bodies and gold
[04:03.50] Eager, as a part of your face
[04:03.82] And the sickness attached to your skin (stone)
[04:04.22] As the wine-rush
[04:06.82] Charging from androgynous wombs
[04:09.81] To open free the lid of pain
[04:24.70] Hedon
[04:25.97] Rinsed in post-human shadows
[04:29.06] A monument scorned by the teeth of time
[04:31.44] Stale-faced keeper of secrets
[04:34.51] Loaded with implosive fire
[04:37.67] The whore that carried the apostle
[04:40.81] To the mating point on the graves of giants
[04:59.93] We look at you, afraid
[05:05.75] To see what we really are
[05:11.24] We look at you, afraid
[05:16.41] To see what we really are
[05:25.56]