歌曲 | All That Remain |
歌手 | Manticora |
专辑 | The Black Circus, Pt. 2: Disclosure |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Manticora | |
Not a single trace, everything is gone, the circus has disappeared | |
Cool morning air, the dawn will come soon, the end of a night so weird | |
Walking purposeless, watching horrified, the bodies left all around | |
With the rotting smell of blood your last hope dies, | |
insane you fall to the ground | |
As you're lying there | |
A voice is singing to you | |
A growl as from deep inside the earth | |
For centuries your lost soul have been our feast | |
We leave your remains to bird and to beast | |
But in the black emptiness of space so cold | |
We'll wait patiently till we're older than old | |
And when finally the stars are right once again | |
We'll come back to rule you with torture and pain | |
Burning, destroying and with a violent gust | |
All that remains are ashes and dust | |
Again before your eyes, the gypsies are dancing, | |
a bloody face in the rising sun | |
you stumble to your feet, and without looking back, | |
you're screaming in fear as you run | |
As you're running away | |
A voice is singing to you | |
A growl as from deep inside your head | |
For centuries your lost soul have been our feast | |
We leave your remains to bird and to beast | |
But in the black emptiness of space so cold | |
We'll wait patiently till we're older than old | |
And when finally the stars are right once again | |
We'll come back to rule you with torture and pain | |
Burning, destroying and with a violent gust | |
All that remains are ashes and dust |
zuo qu : Manticora | |
Not a single trace, everything is gone, the circus has disappeared | |
Cool morning air, the dawn will come soon, the end of a night so weird | |
Walking purposeless, watching horrified, the bodies left all around | |
With the rotting smell of blood your last hope dies, | |
insane you fall to the ground | |
As you' re lying there | |
A voice is singing to you | |
A growl as from deep inside the earth | |
For centuries your lost soul have been our feast | |
We leave your remains to bird and to beast | |
But in the black emptiness of space so cold | |
We' ll wait patiently till we' re older than old | |
And when finally the stars are right once again | |
We' ll come back to rule you with torture and pain | |
Burning, destroying and with a violent gust | |
All that remains are ashes and dust | |
Again before your eyes, the gypsies are dancing, | |
a bloody face in the rising sun | |
you stumble to your feet, and without looking back, | |
you' re screaming in fear as you run | |
As you' re running away | |
A voice is singing to you | |
A growl as from deep inside your head | |
For centuries your lost soul have been our feast | |
We leave your remains to bird and to beast | |
But in the black emptiness of space so cold | |
We' ll wait patiently till we' re older than old | |
And when finally the stars are right once again | |
We' ll come back to rule you with torture and pain | |
Burning, destroying and with a violent gust | |
All that remains are ashes and dust |
zuò qǔ : Manticora | |
Not a single trace, everything is gone, the circus has disappeared | |
Cool morning air, the dawn will come soon, the end of a night so weird | |
Walking purposeless, watching horrified, the bodies left all around | |
With the rotting smell of blood your last hope dies, | |
insane you fall to the ground | |
As you' re lying there | |
A voice is singing to you | |
A growl as from deep inside the earth | |
For centuries your lost soul have been our feast | |
We leave your remains to bird and to beast | |
But in the black emptiness of space so cold | |
We' ll wait patiently till we' re older than old | |
And when finally the stars are right once again | |
We' ll come back to rule you with torture and pain | |
Burning, destroying and with a violent gust | |
All that remains are ashes and dust | |
Again before your eyes, the gypsies are dancing, | |
a bloody face in the rising sun | |
you stumble to your feet, and without looking back, | |
you' re screaming in fear as you run | |
As you' re running away | |
A voice is singing to you | |
A growl as from deep inside your head | |
For centuries your lost soul have been our feast | |
We leave your remains to bird and to beast | |
But in the black emptiness of space so cold | |
We' ll wait patiently till we' re older than old | |
And when finally the stars are right once again | |
We' ll come back to rule you with torture and pain | |
Burning, destroying and with a violent gust | |
All that remains are ashes and dust |