歌曲 | Sown Are the Seeds of Death |
歌手 | Torchbearer |
专辑 | Yersinia Pestis |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Älvestam, Johansson | |
Sown are the seeds of death | |
To bring a harvest of flesh so ripe | |
Sown are the seeds of death | |
To bless with blisters and pain this land | |
From village to town, from cottage to house | |
From dusty roads across waters, the way be made | |
There are no crosses to keep me away with | |
There are no prayers that will get me rid | |
Scourge of god - may I be - or just the devil set free | |
I am borne everywhere, no walls can keep me out | |
Invisible I roam amongst yee | |
Silent and unfelt I sit among yee | |
To ravish I have come, and make the many but few | |
To silence the land from both laughter and cry | |
I am the season in which to die |
zuo qu : lvestam, Johansson | |
Sown are the seeds of death | |
To bring a harvest of flesh so ripe | |
Sown are the seeds of death | |
To bless with blisters and pain this land | |
From village to town, from cottage to house | |
From dusty roads across waters, the way be made | |
There are no crosses to keep me away with | |
There are no prayers that will get me rid | |
Scourge of god may I be or just the devil set free | |
I am borne everywhere, no walls can keep me out | |
Invisible I roam amongst yee | |
Silent and unfelt I sit among yee | |
To ravish I have come, and make the many but few | |
To silence the land from both laughter and cry | |
I am the season in which to die |
zuò qǔ : lvestam, Johansson | |
Sown are the seeds of death | |
To bring a harvest of flesh so ripe | |
Sown are the seeds of death | |
To bless with blisters and pain this land | |
From village to town, from cottage to house | |
From dusty roads across waters, the way be made | |
There are no crosses to keep me away with | |
There are no prayers that will get me rid | |
Scourge of god may I be or just the devil set free | |
I am borne everywhere, no walls can keep me out | |
Invisible I roam amongst yee | |
Silent and unfelt I sit among yee | |
To ravish I have come, and make the many but few | |
To silence the land from both laughter and cry | |
I am the season in which to die |