The Hour of Death 歌词
| 歌曲 | The Hour of Death |
| 歌手 | Reverend Bizarre |
| 专辑 | In the Rectory of the Bizarre Reverend |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Albert, Reverend Bizarre | |
| My God have mercy upon me in this | |
| Hour of Death | |
| I pray for thee to take my life instead of the one | |
| I so dearly love | |
| Her face is pale like the ivory of the distant realms | |
| And as I hold her hand in mine, | |
| I clearly feel it's turning cold | |
| Like marble or snow | |
| Remembering the days of joy, not so long ago | |
| Those memories just increase grief as | |
| I watch the withering of beauty | |
| How can it be that tomorrow she's not here and | |
| I remain There has to be some kind of way we can be together again | |
| Together again | |
| As she fades away | |
| Like statue made of clay | |
| All I wish is to be in grave with her | |
| Slowly transforming back into dirt | |
| Deep under the sacred ground | |
| Noone will be able to part us now |
| zuo qu : Albert, Reverend Bizarre | |
| My God have mercy upon me in this | |
| Hour of Death | |
| I pray for thee to take my life instead of the one | |
| I so dearly love | |
| Her face is pale like the ivory of the distant realms | |
| And as I hold her hand in mine, | |
| I clearly feel it' s turning cold | |
| Like marble or snow | |
| Remembering the days of joy, not so long ago | |
| Those memories just increase grief as | |
| I watch the withering of beauty | |
| How can it be that tomorrow she' s not here and | |
| I remain There has to be some kind of way we can be together again | |
| Together again | |
| As she fades away | |
| Like statue made of clay | |
| All I wish is to be in grave with her | |
| Slowly transforming back into dirt | |
| Deep under the sacred ground | |
| Noone will be able to part us now |
| zuò qǔ : Albert, Reverend Bizarre | |
| My God have mercy upon me in this | |
| Hour of Death | |
| I pray for thee to take my life instead of the one | |
| I so dearly love | |
| Her face is pale like the ivory of the distant realms | |
| And as I hold her hand in mine, | |
| I clearly feel it' s turning cold | |
| Like marble or snow | |
| Remembering the days of joy, not so long ago | |
| Those memories just increase grief as | |
| I watch the withering of beauty | |
| How can it be that tomorrow she' s not here and | |
| I remain There has to be some kind of way we can be together again | |
| Together again | |
| As she fades away | |
| Like statue made of clay | |
| All I wish is to be in grave with her | |
| Slowly transforming back into dirt | |
| Deep under the sacred ground | |
| Noone will be able to part us now |
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