歌曲 | Charity Absurd |
歌手 | Haggard |
专辑 | Progressive |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
The murmur grows - until they rage | |
It is not a scenery | |
At this market-place in middle-ages | |
Somebody - in the crowd - | |
Speaks a prayer | |
Hundred burning torches rise | |
In their light appears the silhouette | |
Of a mighty FUNeral pile | |
Headling with some unknown herbs | |
- Rising suspicion - | |
"Death" - they say - | |
"is what she deserves!" | |
- An innocent victim - | |
"Instruments of torture | |
will tell us the truth!" | |
And it feels like | |
Oooohhh... | |
"I'm representing the church | |
Somebody said, in you might lurk | |
Things - still not seen by human eyes | |
Is is dark magic, you are practicing?" | |
After there are no tears left | |
And they thought, they'd feaced the fact | |
"Nothing is as it should be | |
You're accused of witchery!" | |
"If there is a creator | |
If there is a god... | |
You will pay for all the dead | |
There's punishment above! | |
And somebody outside | |
this chamber of horror | |
Knows my fear, knows my sorrow | |
YOU preach, how could I learn? | |
'cause in this faith is | |
CHARITY ABSURD!" | |
After this words wer spoken | |
The cowd wants to see her die | |
The way to the confessor | |
Will it be the last one in her life? | |
The murmur grows - until they rage | |
And somebody speaks a prayer | |
A prayer... |
The murmur grows until they rage | |
It is not a scenery | |
At this marketplace in middleages | |
Somebody in the crowd | |
Speaks a prayer | |
Hundred burning torches rise | |
In their light appears the silhouette | |
Of a mighty FUNeral pile | |
Headling with some unknown herbs | |
Rising suspicion | |
" Death" they say | |
" is what she deserves!" | |
An innocent victim | |
" Instruments of torture | |
will tell us the truth!" | |
And it feels like | |
Oooohhh... | |
" I' m representing the church | |
Somebody said, in you might lurk | |
Things still not seen by human eyes | |
Is is dark magic, you are practicing?" | |
After there are no tears left | |
And they thought, they' d feaced the fact | |
" Nothing is as it should be | |
You' re accused of witchery!" | |
" If there is a creator | |
If there is a god... | |
You will pay for all the dead | |
There' s punishment above! | |
And somebody outside | |
this chamber of horror | |
Knows my fear, knows my sorrow | |
YOU preach, how could I learn? | |
' cause in this faith is | |
CHARITY ABSURD!" | |
After this words wer spoken | |
The cowd wants to see her die | |
The way to the confessor | |
Will it be the last one in her life? | |
The murmur grows until they rage | |
And somebody speaks a prayer | |
A prayer... |
The murmur grows until they rage | |
It is not a scenery | |
At this marketplace in middleages | |
Somebody in the crowd | |
Speaks a prayer | |
Hundred burning torches rise | |
In their light appears the silhouette | |
Of a mighty FUNeral pile | |
Headling with some unknown herbs | |
Rising suspicion | |
" Death" they say | |
" is what she deserves!" | |
An innocent victim | |
" Instruments of torture | |
will tell us the truth!" | |
And it feels like | |
Oooohhh... | |
" I' m representing the church | |
Somebody said, in you might lurk | |
Things still not seen by human eyes | |
Is is dark magic, you are practicing?" | |
After there are no tears left | |
And they thought, they' d feaced the fact | |
" Nothing is as it should be | |
You' re accused of witchery!" | |
" If there is a creator | |
If there is a god... | |
You will pay for all the dead | |
There' s punishment above! | |
And somebody outside | |
this chamber of horror | |
Knows my fear, knows my sorrow | |
YOU preach, how could I learn? | |
' cause in this faith is | |
CHARITY ABSURD!" | |
After this words wer spoken | |
The cowd wants to see her die | |
The way to the confessor | |
Will it be the last one in her life? | |
The murmur grows until they rage | |
And somebody speaks a prayer | |
A prayer... |