Text Písně: Idols Of Chagrin - Celtic Frost

What kind of race, lack of direction
Just how lunatic, to have a nature so deceit
Bewail my reverie, a gambol untried
Lure of carnality and silence in forfeit
Animals, enslaved to pearls of fictionalized worth
Creatures, born from caves into simulated mirth

I'm talking, Idols of Chagrin
Born of posession, complacement in disguise

Craving and candid, as to defy the character's fall
The kisses you drain, pedestrian pedigree
What's thought is pain might be desire after all

Celtic Frost Lyrics

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Celtic Frost - A Descent To Babylon (Babylon Asleep)
Celtic Frost - Return To The Eve
Celtic Frost - Juices Like Wine
Celtic Frost - The Inevitable Factor
Celtic Frost - The Heart Beneath

Předchozí písničky hudební skupiny Celtic Frost:

Celtic Frost - Progeny
Celtic Frost - Ground
Celtic Frost - A Dying God Coming Into Human Flesh
Celtic Frost - Drown In Ashes
Celtic Frost - Os Abysmi Vel Daath