Endless Cemetary 歌词
| 歌曲 | Endless Cemetary |
| 歌手 | Cryptopsy |
| 专辑 | Once Was Not |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cryptopsy, Levasseur ... | |
| Endless Cemetery | |
| Beneath a shawl of midnight silence | |
| A howling blackness | |
| Where all is remade in necromorphosis | |
| Asleep in human remains | |
| Worn from the stones | |
| Elegiac words | |
| Recounting hopes | |
| And forgotten lives | |
| For beneath them lies | |
| The dust of humans | |
| The dust of dreams | |
| The dust... | |
| A coach drawn by the blackest steeds | |
| As befits those who've passed from life | |
| Will bring you to where swarm the specters | |
| Of man's best-loved funerals | |
| The laws of flesh are here repealed: | |
| Vigor mortis is now on the way | |
| So count the black beads of your sorrow | |
| While you stammer your frightened prayers | |
| Readjust your vision, see the warp in the shadows... | |
| There's something wrong with the dark: | |
| Something that thrives on wretchedness and sorrow | |
| And makes the darkness crawl | |
| Rain-swelled clouds | |
| Blot out the sun | |
| Damned nor'easter | |
| Chilling the dark | |
| Branches, sticks | |
| Thistles, thorns | |
| Feathers, fur | |
| Mud and bones... | |
| Dying ground | |
| A lifeless thing of earthen heath | |
| Seeing soil from beneath | |
| Knows the need to summon flesh | |
| To its maw | |
| Cold blue lips frame (a) yard-wide grin | |
| That calls to flesh, to let it in | |
| And thus indulge its yearning | |
| Come the unDawn | |
| Roam the endless cemetery of what once was | |
| (where) the Allfeeling is never truly gone |
| zuo ci : Cryptopsy, Levasseur ... | |
| Endless Cemetery | |
| Beneath a shawl of midnight silence | |
| A howling blackness | |
| Where all is remade in necromorphosis | |
| Asleep in human remains | |
| Worn from the stones | |
| Elegiac words | |
| Recounting hopes | |
| And forgotten lives | |
| For beneath them lies | |
| The dust of humans | |
| The dust of dreams | |
| The dust... | |
| A coach drawn by the blackest steeds | |
| As befits those who' ve passed from life | |
| Will bring you to where swarm the specters | |
| Of man' s bestloved funerals | |
| The laws of flesh are here repealed: | |
| Vigor mortis is now on the way | |
| So count the black beads of your sorrow | |
| While you stammer your frightened prayers | |
| Readjust your vision, see the warp in the shadows... | |
| There' s something wrong with the dark: | |
| Something that thrives on wretchedness and sorrow | |
| And makes the darkness crawl | |
| Rainswelled clouds | |
| Blot out the sun | |
| Damned nor' easter | |
| Chilling the dark | |
| Branches, sticks | |
| Thistles, thorns | |
| Feathers, fur | |
| Mud and bones... | |
| Dying ground | |
| A lifeless thing of earthen heath | |
| Seeing soil from beneath | |
| Knows the need to summon flesh | |
| To its maw | |
| Cold blue lips frame a yardwide grin | |
| That calls to flesh, to let it in | |
| And thus indulge its yearning | |
| Come the unDawn | |
| Roam the endless cemetery of what once was | |
| where the Allfeeling is never truly gone |
| zuò cí : Cryptopsy, Levasseur ... | |
| Endless Cemetery | |
| Beneath a shawl of midnight silence | |
| A howling blackness | |
| Where all is remade in necromorphosis | |
| Asleep in human remains | |
| Worn from the stones | |
| Elegiac words | |
| Recounting hopes | |
| And forgotten lives | |
| For beneath them lies | |
| The dust of humans | |
| The dust of dreams | |
| The dust... | |
| A coach drawn by the blackest steeds | |
| As befits those who' ve passed from life | |
| Will bring you to where swarm the specters | |
| Of man' s bestloved funerals | |
| The laws of flesh are here repealed: | |
| Vigor mortis is now on the way | |
| So count the black beads of your sorrow | |
| While you stammer your frightened prayers | |
| Readjust your vision, see the warp in the shadows... | |
| There' s something wrong with the dark: | |
| Something that thrives on wretchedness and sorrow | |
| And makes the darkness crawl | |
| Rainswelled clouds | |
| Blot out the sun | |
| Damned nor' easter | |
| Chilling the dark | |
| Branches, sticks | |
| Thistles, thorns | |
| Feathers, fur | |
| Mud and bones... | |
| Dying ground | |
| A lifeless thing of earthen heath | |
| Seeing soil from beneath | |
| Knows the need to summon flesh | |
| To its maw | |
| Cold blue lips frame a yardwide grin | |
| That calls to flesh, to let it in | |
| And thus indulge its yearning | |
| Come the unDawn | |
| Roam the endless cemetery of what once was | |
| where the Allfeeling is never truly gone |
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