作曲 : Gray | |
Slowly drowning in sand | |
Dust and death greet you | |
In the valley of the crucified | |
Survey the slaughter | |
Of a hundred score | |
Crucified | |
Christians | |
Eroded bones of victims past | |
Human detrilus scattered | |
Skulls crack underfoot | |
Aged blood stained and brown | |
The dead and the near dead | |
The unburiable stench of decay | |
Soft grey mouldy flesh | |
Dangles from withered bones | |
Forsaken sounds from parched throats | |
Cracked and arched spines succumb | |
To sand scoured days | |
Cadavers that fester | |
Like rotted fruit on the vine | |
This is not | |
Hell This is a place like any other brother | |
The sins of | |
God and the sins of man | |
Their cunting holy trinity | |
Slowly forgotten in sand | |
The lesser law abideth as the key | |
Vessel of holy pain | |
Hear me dark ones of the pit |
zuo qu : Gray | |
Slowly drowning in sand | |
Dust and death greet you | |
In the valley of the crucified | |
Survey the slaughter | |
Of a hundred score | |
Crucified | |
Christians | |
Eroded bones of victims past | |
Human detrilus scattered | |
Skulls crack underfoot | |
Aged blood stained and brown | |
The dead and the near dead | |
The unburiable stench of decay | |
Soft grey mouldy flesh | |
Dangles from withered bones | |
Forsaken sounds from parched throats | |
Cracked and arched spines succumb | |
To sand scoured days | |
Cadavers that fester | |
Like rotted fruit on the vine | |
This is not | |
Hell This is a place like any other brother | |
The sins of | |
God and the sins of man | |
Their cunting holy trinity | |
Slowly forgotten in sand | |
The lesser law abideth as the key | |
Vessel of holy pain | |
Hear me dark ones of the pit |
zuò qǔ : Gray | |
Slowly drowning in sand | |
Dust and death greet you | |
In the valley of the crucified | |
Survey the slaughter | |
Of a hundred score | |
Crucified | |
Christians | |
Eroded bones of victims past | |
Human detrilus scattered | |
Skulls crack underfoot | |
Aged blood stained and brown | |
The dead and the near dead | |
The unburiable stench of decay | |
Soft grey mouldy flesh | |
Dangles from withered bones | |
Forsaken sounds from parched throats | |
Cracked and arched spines succumb | |
To sand scoured days | |
Cadavers that fester | |
Like rotted fruit on the vine | |
This is not | |
Hell This is a place like any other brother | |
The sins of | |
God and the sins of man | |
Their cunting holy trinity | |
Slowly forgotten in sand | |
The lesser law abideth as the key | |
Vessel of holy pain | |
Hear me dark ones of the pit |