Mother Of Disease - Puissance.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Fredrik Söderlund/Henry Möller
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Fredrik Söderlund/Henry Möller
[00:40.53]25 Determined persons divided into 5 groups heading
[00:45.09]for the former Soviet Union. Our first stop is to be
[00:49.35]the illegal arms market in a favorable decaying post
[00:53.10]communist state where each group will pick up 2 simple
[00:59.82]bazooka style rocket launchers and some lighter
[01:03.00]handguns for self defense in the event of an
[01:05.16]unforeseen conflict. Then let us seek out our
[01:09.75]predetermined objectives, five different nuclear
[01:13.38]reactors scattered over the vast land. Each reactor
[01:18.81]chosen second for its location and first for its
[01:21.36]design. The crown of civilization the mighty RBMK
[01:26.19]reactor, the largest most powerful yet unsafest
[01:31.77]and least attended to in the world.
[02:34.44]As we reach our targets, silently awaiting the moment
[02:38.19]to strike, Synchronized watches ticking slowly down
[02:43.71]and judgement day is dawning. All is still as the
[02:48.60]final second passes. The five heroic groups fire once,
[02:55.50]and then again, Anti-tank rounds at the main reactor
[03:00.84]tower where the modulators are held by a once flexible
[03:05.97]but now severed metal arm torn apart by military joy.
[03:12.30]The concrete cracked so violently is burning now,
[03:15.93]bluish flames are rushing out as uranium turns into
[03:21.90]the hand of god, a melting god increasing his strength
[03:26.70]every second, his poison spreading in the wind and
[03:33.84]melting into the ground, gushing from the cracked
[03:37.56]manifestation of hybris. We are all dead now the
[03:43.32]heroes of the apocalypse, and so are you. And so is
[03:47.97]the mother disease.
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作词 : Fredrik Söderlund/Henry Möller
作曲 : Fredrik Söderlund/Henry Möller
25 Determined persons divided into 5 groups heading
for the former Soviet Union. Our first stop is to be
the illegal arms market in a favorable decaying post
communist state where each group will pick up 2 simple
bazooka style rocket launchers and some lighter
handguns for self defense in the event of an
unforeseen conflict. Then let us seek out our
predetermined objectives, five different nuclear
reactors scattered over the vast land. Each reactor
chosen second for its location and first for its
design. The crown of civilization the mighty RBMK
reactor, the largest most powerful yet unsafest
and least attended to in the world.
As we reach our targets, silently awaiting the moment
to strike, Synchronized watches ticking slowly down
and judgement day is dawning. All is still as the
final second passes. The five heroic groups fire once,
and then again, Anti-tank rounds at the main reactor
tower where the modulators are held by a once flexible
but now severed metal arm torn apart by military joy.
The concrete cracked so violently is burning now,
bluish flames are rushing out as uranium turns into
the hand of god, a melting god increasing his strength
every second, his poison spreading in the wind and
melting into the ground, gushing from the cracked
manifestation of hybris. We are all dead now the
heroes of the apocalypse, and so are you. And so is
the mother disease.