Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Conspire , by - Abhorrent Decimation. Song from the album The Pardoner, in the genre МеталRelease date: 27.07.2017
Record label: Prosthetic
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Conspire , by - Abhorrent Decimation. Song from the album The Pardoner, in the genre МеталConspire |
| 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 |
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| Heretic Sacrifice | 2017 |
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