歌曲 | Born in a Burial Gown |
歌手 | Cradle of Filth |
专辑 | Bitter Suites to Succubi |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Davey,Eaglestone+Piras(All |
[00:01.00] | 作词 : Davey,Eaglestone+Piras(All |
[00:16.130] | Sibilant and macabre |
[00:18.130] | Walpurgis sauntered in |
[00:20.240] | Skies litten with five-pointed stars |
[00:22.480] | The work of crafts surpassing sin |
[00:24.910] | As She graced Her window ledge |
[00:26.920] | - An orphaned gypsy nymph |
[00:29.060] | This issue of the forest's bed |
[00:31.280] | Skin flushed with sipped absinthe - |
[00:33.420] | Her eyes revealed, as Brocken's peak |
[00:35.670] | Tried once concealing Hell |
[00:37.760] | A snow white line of divine freaks |
[00:39.940] | In riot, where they fell... |
[00:44.840] | |
[00:59.830] | The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight |
[01:01.950] | For seven days and seven festival nights |
[01:04.290] | What wicked wonders lie within the confines |
[01:06.360] | Of the panther's den |
[01:08.350] | She watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue |
[01:10.800] | The restless spirit of Christmas to come |
[01:13.130] | A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb |
[01:15.050] | Than gingerbread men |
[01:17.310] | Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial |
[01:21.970] | She was the light of the world going down |
[01:25.680] | War-torn, forlorn and malarial |
[01:30.090] | She was found |
[01:31.800] | Born in a burial gown |
[01:38.320] | |
[01:51.420] | Unloosed, the chain of Her god-given cross |
[01:53.500] | Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose |
[01:55.660] | In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost |
[02:00.020] | Too many decades misfit and mislaid |
[02:02.320] | In innocence, a tender legend of prey |
[02:04.490] | Parades Her second coming, now they're running afraid |
[02:08.730] | Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial |
[02:13.380] | She was the light of the world going down |
[02:17.080] | War-torn, forlorn and malarial |
[02:21.540] | She was found |
[02:23.360] | Born in a burial gown |
[02:30.010] | She was born born in a burial gown |
[02:38.220] | She was born born in a burial gown |
[02:44.470] | |
[02:59.090] | Now She moves with a predator's guile |
[03:02.920] | Beyond the firelit circle of life |
[03:07.420] | She soothes your cold heart for a while |
[03:10.850] | Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife |
[03:14.880] | She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case |
[03:18.840] | Espied by Her cross on the wall |
[03:23.060] | And should She awake, through embrace or mistake |
[03:27.190] | She would take Jesus |
[03:29.520] | Bless foot forward and all... |
[03:35.920] | |
[03:40.270] | Sibilant and at last |
[03:42.470] | The circus crawled away |
[03:44.690] | With another lover in its arms |
[03:46.890] | Dancing on Her grave... |
[03:51.340] |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Davey, Eaglestone Piras All |
[00:01.00] | zuo ci : Davey, Eaglestone Piras All |
[00:16.130] | Sibilant and macabre |
[00:18.130] | Walpurgis sauntered in |
[00:20.240] | Skies litten with fivepointed stars |
[00:22.480] | The work of crafts surpassing sin |
[00:24.910] | As She graced Her window ledge |
[00:26.920] | An orphaned gypsy nymph |
[00:29.060] | This issue of the forest' s bed |
[00:31.280] | Skin flushed with sipped absinthe |
[00:33.420] | Her eyes revealed, as Brocken' s peak |
[00:35.670] | Tried once concealing Hell |
[00:37.760] | A snow white line of divine freaks |
[00:39.940] | In riot, where they fell... |
[00:44.840] | |
[00:59.830] | The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight |
[01:01.950] | For seven days and seven festival nights |
[01:04.290] | What wicked wonders lie within the confines |
[01:06.360] | Of the panther' s den |
[01:08.350] | She watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue |
[01:10.800] | The restless spirit of Christmas to come |
[01:13.130] | A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb |
[01:15.050] | Than gingerbread men |
[01:17.310] | Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial |
[01:21.970] | She was the light of the world going down |
[01:25.680] | Wartorn, forlorn and malarial |
[01:30.090] | She was found |
[01:31.800] | Born in a burial gown |
[01:38.320] | |
[01:51.420] | Unloosed, the chain of Her godgiven cross |
[01:53.500] | Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose |
[01:55.660] | In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost |
[02:00.020] | Too many decades misfit and mislaid |
[02:02.320] | In innocence, a tender legend of prey |
[02:04.490] | Parades Her second coming, now they' re running afraid |
[02:08.730] | Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial |
[02:13.380] | She was the light of the world going down |
[02:17.080] | Wartorn, forlorn and malarial |
[02:21.540] | She was found |
[02:23.360] | Born in a burial gown |
[02:30.010] | She was born born in a burial gown |
[02:38.220] | She was born born in a burial gown |
[02:44.470] | |
[02:59.090] | Now She moves with a predator' s guile |
[03:02.920] | Beyond the firelit circle of life |
[03:07.420] | She soothes your cold heart for a while |
[03:10.850] | Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife |
[03:14.880] | She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case |
[03:18.840] | Espied by Her cross on the wall |
[03:23.060] | And should She awake, through embrace or mistake |
[03:27.190] | She would take Jesus |
[03:29.520] | Bless foot forward and all... |
[03:35.920] | |
[03:40.270] | Sibilant and at last |
[03:42.470] | The circus crawled away |
[03:44.690] | With another lover in its arms |
[03:46.890] | Dancing on Her grave... |
[03:51.340] |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Davey, Eaglestone Piras All |
[00:01.00] | zuò cí : Davey, Eaglestone Piras All |
[00:16.130] | Sibilant and macabre |
[00:18.130] | Walpurgis sauntered in |
[00:20.240] | Skies litten with fivepointed stars |
[00:22.480] | The work of crafts surpassing sin |
[00:24.910] | As She graced Her window ledge |
[00:26.920] | An orphaned gypsy nymph |
[00:29.060] | This issue of the forest' s bed |
[00:31.280] | Skin flushed with sipped absinthe |
[00:33.420] | Her eyes revealed, as Brocken' s peak |
[00:35.670] | Tried once concealing Hell |
[00:37.760] | A snow white line of divine freaks |
[00:39.940] | In riot, where they fell... |
[00:44.840] | |
[00:59.830] | The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight |
[01:01.950] | For seven days and seven festival nights |
[01:04.290] | What wicked wonders lie within the confines |
[01:06.360] | Of the panther' s den |
[01:08.350] | She watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue |
[01:10.800] | The restless spirit of Christmas to come |
[01:13.130] | A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb |
[01:15.050] | Than gingerbread men |
[01:17.310] | Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial |
[01:21.970] | She was the light of the world going down |
[01:25.680] | Wartorn, forlorn and malarial |
[01:30.090] | She was found |
[01:31.800] | Born in a burial gown |
[01:38.320] | |
[01:51.420] | Unloosed, the chain of Her godgiven cross |
[01:53.500] | Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose |
[01:55.660] | In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost |
[02:00.020] | Too many decades misfit and mislaid |
[02:02.320] | In innocence, a tender legend of prey |
[02:04.490] | Parades Her second coming, now they' re running afraid |
[02:08.730] | Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial |
[02:13.380] | She was the light of the world going down |
[02:17.080] | Wartorn, forlorn and malarial |
[02:21.540] | She was found |
[02:23.360] | Born in a burial gown |
[02:30.010] | She was born born in a burial gown |
[02:38.220] | She was born born in a burial gown |
[02:44.470] | |
[02:59.090] | Now She moves with a predator' s guile |
[03:02.920] | Beyond the firelit circle of life |
[03:07.420] | She soothes your cold heart for a while |
[03:10.850] | Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife |
[03:14.880] | She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case |
[03:18.840] | Espied by Her cross on the wall |
[03:23.060] | And should She awake, through embrace or mistake |
[03:27.190] | She would take Jesus |
[03:29.520] | Bless foot forward and all... |
[03:35.920] | |
[03:40.270] | Sibilant and at last |
[03:42.470] | The circus crawled away |
[03:44.690] | With another lover in its arms |
[03:46.890] | Dancing on Her grave... |
[03:51.340] |