歌曲 | The Architects |
歌手 | At the Gates |
专辑 | With Fear I Kiss the Burning Darkness |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bjorler, Erlandsson ... | |
Lyrics:Tomas/Anders Music:Anders | |
Ornaments in silent darkness, | |
the image of man now torn from its structure | |
The smell of need, | |
the dwarfed soul of man | |
attuned only to flesh | |
suffering from frustration | |
Alien to our own spirits | |
We're naked even in death | |
The dawn is yet to come | |
to fill us with knowledge | |
Pulsating waves of colour, | |
bleeding off into the black | |
A whisper of red screams through the night | |
[Alien to our own spirits | |
We're naked even in death | |
The dawn is yet to come | |
to fill us with knowledge] | |
The architects and the flesh | |
[We're going down..eehharghhh.. ? | |
The architects and the flesh | |
Ornaments in silent darkness, | |
the image of man now torn from its structure] |
zuo ci : Bjorler, Erlandsson ... | |
Lyrics: Tomas Anders Music: Anders | |
Ornaments in silent darkness, | |
the image of man now torn from its structure | |
The smell of need, | |
the dwarfed soul of man | |
attuned only to flesh | |
suffering from frustration | |
Alien to our own spirits | |
We' re naked even in death | |
The dawn is yet to come | |
to fill us with knowledge | |
Pulsating waves of colour, | |
bleeding off into the black | |
A whisper of red screams through the night | |
Alien to our own spirits | |
We' re naked even in death | |
The dawn is yet to come | |
to fill us with knowledge | |
The architects and the flesh | |
We' re going down.. eehharghhh.. ? | |
The architects and the flesh | |
Ornaments in silent darkness, | |
the image of man now torn from its structure |
zuò cí : Bjorler, Erlandsson ... | |
Lyrics: Tomas Anders Music: Anders | |
Ornaments in silent darkness, | |
the image of man now torn from its structure | |
The smell of need, | |
the dwarfed soul of man | |
attuned only to flesh | |
suffering from frustration | |
Alien to our own spirits | |
We' re naked even in death | |
The dawn is yet to come | |
to fill us with knowledge | |
Pulsating waves of colour, | |
bleeding off into the black | |
A whisper of red screams through the night | |
Alien to our own spirits | |
We' re naked even in death | |
The dawn is yet to come | |
to fill us with knowledge | |
The architects and the flesh | |
We' re going down.. eehharghhh.. ? | |
The architects and the flesh | |
Ornaments in silent darkness, | |
the image of man now torn from its structure |