Текст и слова песни Cryptic Wintermoon – Thrashomatic Overdrive
Addicted to protoplasmic matter
I avail myself od that wide abundance
For I am the creator – they call me god
This na?ve rattle I just cultivated to quench my thirst
In my laboratory lovely named "earth" – your incubator – you grow and wilt
Scrutinized and analyzed
And when my work is done I simple pull the plug
I am theory – and practically don"t exist
Syntax error – the unknown force of downfall
My name a synonym for terror – my blood the elexier of horror
I sustain all synthetic factors of physical composition
Archieving of all nocturnal phenomenons
The ultimate supervisor of statics – weaver of dimensions
Listen to that voice so mellow – close your eyes and fall asleep
But be on your guard not to go astray in the shades
Back to generation zero – thrashomatic overdrive
Enigmatic origin stain by hidden force
Exinguishing the flame of mortals – systematic termination
Monumental patron of the unhallowed hordes
I sustain all synthetic factors of nocturnal grace
I avail myself od that wide abundance
For I am the creator – they call me god
This na?ve rattle I just cultivated to quench my thirst
In my laboratory lovely named "earth" – your incubator – you grow and wilt
Scrutinized and analyzed
And when my work is done I simple pull the plug
I am theory – and practically don"t exist
Syntax error – the unknown force of downfall
My name a synonym for terror – my blood the elexier of horror
I sustain all synthetic factors of physical composition
Archieving of all nocturnal phenomenons
The ultimate supervisor of statics – weaver of dimensions
Listen to that voice so mellow – close your eyes and fall asleep
But be on your guard not to go astray in the shades
Back to generation zero – thrashomatic overdrive
Enigmatic origin stain by hidden force
Exinguishing the flame of mortals – systematic termination
Monumental patron of the unhallowed hordes
I sustain all synthetic factors of nocturnal grace
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