Open the Grave 歌词
| 歌曲 | Open the Grave |
| 歌手 | Heathen |
| 专辑 | Breaking the Silence |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Althus, Godfrey | |
| Feel the heat from the sweat of the cold | |
| Bodies withered decayed and old | |
| They lay beneath the cold, black earth | |
| The final resting place, destined form birth | |
| Buried alive in a prison below | |
| Left to die in a six foot hole | |
| As he feels his time has run out | |
| He hears someone above, he begins to shout | |
| Please open the grave and let me out | |
| I'm still alive, can you hear me shout | |
| Open the grave and then you will see | |
| For it's not a spirit that you hear, it's me | |
| Set me free, set me free | |
| He begins to hear the sound of a pick | |
| Someone is digging, but time is ticking | |
| Now he begins to drip with sweat | |
| Cause he knows his prayers haven't been answered yet | |
| Buried deep in a prison below | |
| Left to die in a six foot hole | |
| Seeing his life pass before his eyes | |
| Hoping that someone will hear his cries | |
| Open the grave and let me out | |
| I'm still alive, can you hear me shout | |
| Please, open the grave and then you will see | |
| I'm not a spirit, and I can breathe | |
| Cause I'm free, yes I'm free | |
| The churches of the world are crumbling | |
| Feel the fall of tower of cultures | |
| As your flesh is ripped by social vultures | |
| So here I stand after the war | |
| My body is broken and my mind is torn | |
| Colliding with time, past and future | |
| So tell me if I'm in the dead past or ruined future | |
| The churches of the world are crumbling | |
| Feel the fall of tower of cultures | |
| As your flesh is ripped by social vultures | |
| So here I stand after the war | |
| My body is broken and my mind is torn |
| zuo qu : Althus, Godfrey | |
| Feel the heat from the sweat of the cold | |
| Bodies withered decayed and old | |
| They lay beneath the cold, black earth | |
| The final resting place, destined form birth | |
| Buried alive in a prison below | |
| Left to die in a six foot hole | |
| As he feels his time has run out | |
| He hears someone above, he begins to shout | |
| Please open the grave and let me out | |
| I' m still alive, can you hear me shout | |
| Open the grave and then you will see | |
| For it' s not a spirit that you hear, it' s me | |
| Set me free, set me free | |
| He begins to hear the sound of a pick | |
| Someone is digging, but time is ticking | |
| Now he begins to drip with sweat | |
| Cause he knows his prayers haven' t been answered yet | |
| Buried deep in a prison below | |
| Left to die in a six foot hole | |
| Seeing his life pass before his eyes | |
| Hoping that someone will hear his cries | |
| Open the grave and let me out | |
| I' m still alive, can you hear me shout | |
| Please, open the grave and then you will see | |
| I' m not a spirit, and I can breathe | |
| Cause I' m free, yes I' m free | |
| The churches of the world are crumbling | |
| Feel the fall of tower of cultures | |
| As your flesh is ripped by social vultures | |
| So here I stand after the war | |
| My body is broken and my mind is torn | |
| Colliding with time, past and future | |
| So tell me if I' m in the dead past or ruined future | |
| The churches of the world are crumbling | |
| Feel the fall of tower of cultures | |
| As your flesh is ripped by social vultures | |
| So here I stand after the war | |
| My body is broken and my mind is torn |
| zuò qǔ : Althus, Godfrey | |
| Feel the heat from the sweat of the cold | |
| Bodies withered decayed and old | |
| They lay beneath the cold, black earth | |
| The final resting place, destined form birth | |
| Buried alive in a prison below | |
| Left to die in a six foot hole | |
| As he feels his time has run out | |
| He hears someone above, he begins to shout | |
| Please open the grave and let me out | |
| I' m still alive, can you hear me shout | |
| Open the grave and then you will see | |
| For it' s not a spirit that you hear, it' s me | |
| Set me free, set me free | |
| He begins to hear the sound of a pick | |
| Someone is digging, but time is ticking | |
| Now he begins to drip with sweat | |
| Cause he knows his prayers haven' t been answered yet | |
| Buried deep in a prison below | |
| Left to die in a six foot hole | |
| Seeing his life pass before his eyes | |
| Hoping that someone will hear his cries | |
| Open the grave and let me out | |
| I' m still alive, can you hear me shout | |
| Please, open the grave and then you will see | |
| I' m not a spirit, and I can breathe | |
| Cause I' m free, yes I' m free | |
| The churches of the world are crumbling | |
| Feel the fall of tower of cultures | |
| As your flesh is ripped by social vultures | |
| So here I stand after the war | |
| My body is broken and my mind is torn | |
| Colliding with time, past and future | |
| So tell me if I' m in the dead past or ruined future | |
| The churches of the world are crumbling | |
| Feel the fall of tower of cultures | |
| As your flesh is ripped by social vultures | |
| So here I stand after the war | |
| My body is broken and my mind is torn |
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