Celtic Frost

Celtic Frost - Idols Of Chagrin lyrics

Your rating:


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
Get this song at:
bol.com
amazon.com

Copyrights:

Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: ?

Details:

Language: English

Share your thoughts

This form is protected by reCAPTCHA and the Google Privacy Policy and Terms of Service apply.

0 Comments found