Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cockatrice , by - Funeral Mist. Song from the album Hekatomb, in the genre Release date: 14.06.2018
Record label: NoEvDiA
Song language: English
Cockatrice |
| Locked in a constant search for a host |
| God’s chosen parasites gather |
| Beyond the burning skies of the utmost north |
| The descent of a sun… of flesh and blood |
| Spawn of damnation’s bride |
| Line of the cockatrice |
| Behold the bond-slaves of the vampire star |
| Behold the twin-river demon |
| And now a flash-flood of rot and of human tar |
| The temple of Mammon… still standing tall |
| Web woven from the trust of the viper |
| Rope made from the pride of a rat |
| Serving as knights of the illusion |
| Chosen as lords of the great lie |
| By ancient law we’ve lost our right to exist |
| For have we not brought upon ourselves damnation? |
| Yet we never expected Hell to look like this |
| An inferno with flames… of flesh and blood |
| Breed of deception’s tribe |
| Line of the cockatrice |
| Numb in the poisonous net of Sirion’s will |
| Stuck in the snares of the hidden hand |
| And as the true blood of the north is frozen still |
| The tower of the flame… is bound to fall |
| Web woven from the trust of the viper |
| Rope made from the pride of a rat |
| Serving as knights of the illusion |
| Chosen as lords of the great lie |