作词 : Sascha Konietzko 作曲 : William Wilson A spectre is rising in the world today Born of disaster, fed on dismay From the shackles of slavery, toil and pain The people are rising to stake their claim A taste of this whip is all that you'll need To keep you in line, keep you down on your knees We are the bastards of mammon, we're here to stay Keep you bowing and scraping till your dying day A spectre is rising from sea to sea A global solution for a global disease A specter is rising from sea to sea Divided you're conquered, united we're free Miles above you and worlds apart The bastards of mammon are playing their part To fatten their bellies and hollow our hearts Dystopian nightmare, war is art The face of the master is the face of the whore Hungry for money, always ready for more Hear him scratching just outside of your door To feed on your children and conquer your shores One if by land, two if by sea Three when we find you, down on your knees Blinded by prophets sick with disease With holy irreverence we do as we please What terrified me will terrify others I need only describe the specter Which had haunted my midnight pillow "What terrified me will terrify others. I need only describe the spectre which had haunted my midnight pillow." -Mary W. Shelley
作词 : Sascha Konietzko 作曲 : William Wilson A spectre is rising in the world today Born of disaster, fed on dismay From the shackles of slavery, toil and pain The people are rising to stake their claim A taste of this whip is all that you'll need To keep you in line, keep you down on your knees We are the bastards of mammon, we're here to stay Keep you bowing and scraping till your dying day A spectre is rising from sea to sea A global solution for a global disease A specter is rising from sea to sea Divided you're conquered, united we're free Miles above you and worlds apart The bastards of mammon are playing their part To fatten their bellies and hollow our hearts Dystopian nightmare, war is art The face of the master is the face of the whore Hungry for money, always ready for more Hear him scratching just outside of your door To feed on your children and conquer your shores One if by land, two if by sea Three when we find you, down on your knees Blinded by prophets sick with disease With holy irreverence we do as we please What terrified me will terrify others I need only describe the specter Which had haunted my midnight pillow "What terrified me will terrify others. I need only describe the spectre which had haunted my midnight pillow." -Mary W. Shelley
