Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Putrid Fairytale, artist - Slugdge. Album song Esoteric Malacology, in the genre Метал
Date of issue: 01.03.2018
Record label: Willowtip
Song language: English
Putrid Fairytale |
Corrupt ignobility adorned in pilfered gold |
Conceived in sewage by insipid lords of old |
Inbred degenerates languish in squalid halls |
Impotent and superfluous, unable to uphold |
The basic tennets of the creed |
Usurpers vie to supersede |
A tired waning hegemony, long bereft of majesty |
Self-righteous justiciars desire to purify |
A world of lies, that seeks to purge the earth and sky |
Licentious seditionists; |
gorge as your planet burns |
From slime they came, and into slime they shall return |
Praise the primordial poison pools that gave us form |
To defy his decree, they dare to bite the hand that feeds |
The custodians have become the abuser |
Ignorant beings with arrogant ideas |
They loose a hail of arrows |
That scorch the eyes of all who gaze |
But it won’t save them from the hell that waits |
Mythologised transcendence, a paradise is lost |
No deliverance from the dire cost |
They’ve chosen the form of the destructor |
More of slime than blood |
Their planet torn asunder by plutonium |
Mercury rising, the surface scorched |
They descend like rats into the bowels of earth |
Digging like roaches through a mire |
Of their own self indulgence |
Caught in a web of fate |
Too bloodless to escape |
No god can save you now |
For they have no power here |
Within these ashen crypts |
Of suffering and despair |
The flame ignited in its heart |
A chain reaction tearing apart |
Reaching the critical mass |
The weapon of their futile vengeance |
The eye, ablaze with radiance |
That sears against your flesh |
Dread rumbling in the deep |
Signalling the impending death |
Blinded by a caustic storm |
The slamming of cyclopean doors |
Held aloft the orb ignites |
Nowhere to run now from the light |
Now standing in the presence of a foe conceived by alien gods |
Never again to feel the sun, it immolates you |
The Lifeage of the universe, a wind that sweeps the world away |
You feel the weight of every world bearing down on you |