歌曲 | Eternally Gutted |
歌手 | Conducting from the Grave |
专辑 | When Legends Become Dust |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Abernathy | |
A dark obsession with her frail form, laid upon this table. | |
Eviscerated with surgical precision, lacerated far beyond infinity. | |
A thousand hearts to perish, a million cities to burn experience within existence is defined with fate. | |
The blade brushes the surface of her flesh, her skin crawls with apprehension. | |
Realization of her imminent demise. | |
Reflections of horror begin to fill her eyes. | |
In this world, empires rise and fall, ages come and go. | |
The only thing that's certain, everything will someday die. | |
Devour this heart with memories of her. | |
An eternity together that meant the world to me, when every second was consumed by her apathy. | |
An obsession with the past unable to accept what is here before me. | |
Indulging on her flesh. | |
In this ceremony of butchery. | |
Gazing upon blood stained hands. | |
Insanity overcomes me. | |
Cannibalistic thoughts cloud my tainted mind and I begin to |
zuo qu : Abernathy | |
A dark obsession with her frail form, laid upon this table. | |
Eviscerated with surgical precision, lacerated far beyond infinity. | |
A thousand hearts to perish, a million cities to burn experience within existence is defined with fate. | |
The blade brushes the surface of her flesh, her skin crawls with apprehension. | |
Realization of her imminent demise. | |
Reflections of horror begin to fill her eyes. | |
In this world, empires rise and fall, ages come and go. | |
The only thing that' s certain, everything will someday die. | |
Devour this heart with memories of her. | |
An eternity together that meant the world to me, when every second was consumed by her apathy. | |
An obsession with the past unable to accept what is here before me. | |
Indulging on her flesh. | |
In this ceremony of butchery. | |
Gazing upon blood stained hands. | |
Insanity overcomes me. | |
Cannibalistic thoughts cloud my tainted mind and I begin to |
zuò qǔ : Abernathy | |
A dark obsession with her frail form, laid upon this table. | |
Eviscerated with surgical precision, lacerated far beyond infinity. | |
A thousand hearts to perish, a million cities to burn experience within existence is defined with fate. | |
The blade brushes the surface of her flesh, her skin crawls with apprehension. | |
Realization of her imminent demise. | |
Reflections of horror begin to fill her eyes. | |
In this world, empires rise and fall, ages come and go. | |
The only thing that' s certain, everything will someday die. | |
Devour this heart with memories of her. | |
An eternity together that meant the world to me, when every second was consumed by her apathy. | |
An obsession with the past unable to accept what is here before me. | |
Indulging on her flesh. | |
In this ceremony of butchery. | |
Gazing upon blood stained hands. | |
Insanity overcomes me. | |
Cannibalistic thoughts cloud my tainted mind and I begin to |