Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cataclysm Child, artist - MyGrain. Album song MyGrain, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Record label: Spinefarm Records
Song language: English
Cataclysm Child |
Rotting bloom, evolutionary infertility |
Spilling dead weight of the world that bleeds |
Parasites swarm, eating all-absorbing |
Scavenging humanity will fall |
Breathe the fall and feed on dark matter |
Expended love breaking, combustion of the pattern |
Imprisonment in a body of pain, your last hive |
…Obscure corners of mind that buries you alive |
Oh, cataclysm child walking in shadows |
Torn with their smile, worn to their burden inside |
Lethal quantum running through the veins |
Doctrine of descendants in the wake |
Maggots of mayhem breeding serpentine silence |
Sinister dimensional turbulence |
Opened the blood-stained box, the great cold paradox |
Look at the neglected world |
A sight to behold for endless time |
Cataclysm child wears a burden inside |
A temple of needs, paradoxical work of art |
The perfection made of scars |
Exhale the dead weight in you |
Raise the glass for abomination |
Inhale the vague, scavengers' nation |
Look at the neglected world |
A sight to behold for endless time |
Cataclysm child… |
Look at the neglected world |
A sight to behold for endless time |
Cataclysm child wears a burden inside |
A temple of needs, paradoxical work of art |
The perfection made of scars |
Exhale the dead weight in you |
Bleeding, feeding, this tormenting sight |
Sealing covenant, death for eternal life |
Feel the frost absorbing your warmth |
This carnal prison burns so cold… |
Heed the will of the breathing paradox |
Smothered beatings of the Earth’s black box |
Spilling poisonous wine, doctrine of failed design |
…Obscure corners of mind, no one hears you’re alive |
Opened the blood-stained box, the great cold paradox |
Look at the neglected world |
A sight to behold for endless time |
Cataclysm child wears a burden inside |
A temple of needs, paradoxical work of art |
The perfection made of scars |
Exhale the dead weight in you |