Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Conspire, artist - Abhorrent Decimation. Album song The Pardoner, in the genre Метал
Date of issue: 27.07.2017
Record label: Prosthetic
Song language: English
Conspire |
Sentinels of the gold; |
sworn devils, colluding |
A whisper comes from one, unto the other |
«Thou art my sworn brother, the departed fellow is a fool |
Let us take this find and split it in two» |
Treacherous minds can be heard, poisoned with avarice |
Hail wealth, Hail sin. |
Half is greater than a third |
«How may that be? |
Do we deceive? |
Surely he’ll know that we’ve taken the gold?» |
«It shall be secret, then we can live, live as Kings!» |
Two stand stronger than one |
In the shadow of the midnight sun |
«Arise in play, I shall rive him through the sides and flay» |
Conspire, as if its a game |
And with my blade I’ll do the same |
A dagger to heart will declare his end |
The gold is divided |
Conspire, as if its a game |
And with my blade I’ll do the same |
We shall act as I have said |
And then bury our dead |
One of three dreaming in gold; |
the youngest, infernal |
His blood is poisoned by a vision of wealth that he dreams was his alone |
«O Lord», quod he «no man should be merry as me» |
And then, the fiend, Lucifer planted his seed… |
Poison the wine that your brothers will quaff |
Hail wealth, Hail sin. |
Never to see the sun again |
He who hath tasted the fruits of hell now had intent |
To slay them both and never repent |
A desperate savage walks the cobbles of town |
Apothecary is needed for murder |
«Pray sell poison' |
I must rid the woods of contamination»… |
Conspire, as if its a game |
And with my blade I’ll do the same |
A dagger to heart will declare his end |
The gold is divided |
Conspire, conspire |
And then bury our dead |
And so he procured a toxin delight |
As if for vermin that plagued him at night |
«Thou now hold a bane so foul |
That it would perish the gates of hell |
And with prudence you must act |
Use with caution and respect |
Thou only need a single grain |
To end a life in abominable pain." |
Borrowed of him, clean bottles three |
In two pours the poison he |
The third is clean for him to drink |
And to his fellows he retreats |