笨小笨The Grotesque歌词由The Troops of Doom演唱，出自专辑《A Mass To The Grotesque (Explicit)》，下面是《The Grotesque》完整版歌词！
The Grotesque歌词完整版
All faces unseen, deformed, divine
Carnival of the damned, evil scars
In thorns we pray, to fight, to hate
God's forsaken, dementia are laid
In the valleys of grief
Evil breed in the air
Heresy tales unfold
sweet symphony darken the world
Grotesque is beauty in the underground's gaze
The mass is the heart of the outcast's faith
Death, insanity, chaos doesn't rest
Under domain’s Cain, infidels are blessed
In the valleys of grief
Evil breed in the air
Heresy tales unfold
sweet symphony darken the world
Thoughts of disdain, where no god reigns
The fate, a storming train, spill blood, blame
The sons that dwell the shores of hell
All faces unseen, deformed, divine
Carnival of the damned, evil scars
In thorns we pray, to fight, to hate
God's forsaken, dementia are laid
In the valleys of grief
Evil breed in the air
Heresy tales unfold
Sweet symphony darken the world
