歌曲 | Receiver |
歌手 | Cult of Luna |
专辑 | The Beyond |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
A deep sore dragged through ages | |
The sores are my own, | |
I know Wounds collected through a lifetime | |
And wisdom | |
I pick up along the way | |
I received the spit from a snake | |
And the snare cut real deep | |
I was caught in her womb | |
Something spreading in my veins | |
Those walls | |
I faced alone. | |
I crept on bounded knees | |
The own will just vanished. | |
I wept my compassion away, with tears that flooded your heart. | |
No river leads back to mine. | |
I bow down in soil and whisper | |
I gather strength to spread the disease |