Ritual Of Desecration 仪式亵渎

   

The grave robber’s work is never done, 在盗墓的工作是永远做不完的，

It’s up all night and sleep all day, 这是整夜睡了一整天，

The hours are shit with hell to pay. 营业时间是狗屎地狱支付。

Pockets are brimming from our unique brand of sinning, 口袋是从我们独特的犯罪的品牌洋溢，

When the ladies claw my back at night, 当女士们爪我晚上回来，

I know I’m doing something right. 我知道我在做正确的事情。

I deliver the goods as long as they don’t ask, 我发表的货物，只要他们不问，

Deny, deny, deny 否认，拒绝，否认

I’m a working stiff like dear old dad, 我是一个工作僵硬得像亲爱的爸爸，

And to you and yours nothing but curses, 并且向你及你不过是诅咒，

You’ll slave your life away, 你会奴的生活了，

And for what? 又为了什么？

You’re just as dead as these old fucks. 你只是像死了一样，因为这些老乱搞。

They’ll never get me, 他们永远不会得到我，

I’ll never run out of stock, 我永远不会用完的股票，

With every second that ticks past, 随着每一秒蜱过去，

The bodies are still stacking up. 该机构仍堆放。

   

So I’ve clipped a few fingers off to get that gold for which I lust from the deadman’s bank and trust, 所以，我剪辑了几个十指关拿到了金牌，因此，我从亡者的银行和信托好色，

To the depths of hell or bust. 地狱或萧条的深渊。

The blackened bits of exhumed evidence embedded neath my fettered fingernails, 挖出的证据熏黑位嵌入式照耀我的束缚指甲，

It’s but a smallish part of what our dirty work entails. 这却正是我们脏活累活蕴涵A短小的一部分。

   

Come dance with me, 快来与我共舞，

This graveyard planet that you’ve called Earth you hold in such a high regard, 该墓地的星球，你已经被称为地球你这么高的方面持有，

It’s but as worthless as a turd. 这不过是毫无价值的粪。

Will you follow me into the dark? 你会跟着我到黑暗？

Will you follow me into the dark? 你会跟着我到黑暗？

   

[Solo] [个]

   

I rob the dead for what they’re worth, 就等于是掠夺死了它们的价值，

Jewels, wealth, clothing, sex. 宝石，财富，服装，性别。

When the mood prefers to carve a sullen path through life, 当心情更喜欢过的生活，发掘自己的愠怒道，

Within the fallen’s shoes you’d turn your nose at me, 在倒下的鞋你把你的鼻子我，

Although I smell of sheik perfumes. 虽然我闻到了酋长的香水。

   

So I’ve clipped a few fingers off to get that gold for which I lust from the deadman’s bank and trust, 所以，我剪辑了几个十指关拿到了金牌，因此，我从亡者的银行和信托好色，

To the depths of hell or bust. 地狱或萧条的深渊。

   

I'm Haunted by faces when I try to close my eyes, 我被闹鬼的面孔时，我​​试着闭上双眼，

So deeply it festers, 因此，它深深地溃烂，

The guilt is murder. 内疚是谋杀。

   

The blackened bits of exhumed evidence embedded neath my fettered fingernails, 挖出的证据熏黑位嵌入式照耀我的束缚指甲，

It’s but a smallish part of what our dirty work entails. 这却正是我们脏活累活蕴涵A短小的一部分。

May the gods have mercy 愿神怜悯

May the gods have mercy. 愿神怜悯。