歌曲 | Fiction Kingdom |
歌手 | Demon Hunter |
专辑 | Storm The Gates Of Hell |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Demon Hunter | |
Dig yourself a shallow grave | |
Your life is not the legacy of honor | |
You would dig six feet for | |
Broken is the way you came | |
And broken is the way that you will leave | |
When everything is paid for | |
Make another hollow claim | |
A fable of regurgitated nothing | |
We could tear wide open | |
False in every possible way | |
Your God is still the powerless creation | |
You will lose your hope in | |
Now you bleed for the | |
Lord of Hate | |
That you stole from the pages of truth | |
And separate the product from its own account | |
To birth a gospel of inferior view | |
Black reign is all in dream | |
Your truth is absolution's end | |
Dead is the way you stake your life on | |
The oblivious belief | |
What a waste to sell your spirit for | |
Dead is the way you stake your life on | |
The oblivious belief | |
What a waste to sell your spirit for | |
Lay upon the bed you made | |
Your word is not the legacy of truth | |
That you would bet your life on | |
Stand to face a mirrored blade | |
And tremble in the wake of your conviction | |
As you put your life on | |
Now you bleed for the | |
Lord of Hate | |
That you stole from the pages of truth | |
And separate the product from its own account | |
To birth a gospel of inferior view | |
Black reign is all in dream | |
Your truth is absolution's end | |
Dead is the way you stake your life on | |
The oblivious belief | |
What a waste to sell your spirit for | |
Dead is the way you stake your life on | |
The oblivious belief | |
What a waste to sell your spirit for | |
This war is a page unwritten | |
But we know how it ends | |
Take a step to the throne, conviction | |
Choking back your amends | |
Cry the death of fiction kingdom | |
Your truth is absolution's end | |
Dead is the way you stake your life on | |
The oblivious belief | |
What a waste to sell your spirit for | |
Dead is the way you stake your life on | |
The oblivious belief | |
What a waste to sell your spirit for |
zuo qu : Demon Hunter | |
Dig yourself a shallow grave | |
Your life is not the legacy of honor | |
You would dig six feet for | |
Broken is the way you came | |
And broken is the way that you will leave | |
When everything is paid for | |
Make another hollow claim | |
A fable of regurgitated nothing | |
We could tear wide open | |
False in every possible way | |
Your God is still the powerless creation | |
You will lose your hope in | |
Now you bleed for the | |
Lord of Hate | |
That you stole from the pages of truth | |
And separate the product from its own account | |
To birth a gospel of inferior view | |
Black reign is all in dream | |
Your truth is absolution' s end | |
Dead is the way you stake your life on | |
The oblivious belief | |
What a waste to sell your spirit for | |
Dead is the way you stake your life on | |
The oblivious belief | |
What a waste to sell your spirit for | |
Lay upon the bed you made | |
Your word is not the legacy of truth | |
That you would bet your life on | |
Stand to face a mirrored blade | |
And tremble in the wake of your conviction | |
As you put your life on | |
Now you bleed for the | |
Lord of Hate | |
That you stole from the pages of truth | |
And separate the product from its own account | |
To birth a gospel of inferior view | |
Black reign is all in dream | |
Your truth is absolution' s end | |
Dead is the way you stake your life on | |
The oblivious belief | |
What a waste to sell your spirit for | |
Dead is the way you stake your life on | |
The oblivious belief | |
What a waste to sell your spirit for | |
This war is a page unwritten | |
But we know how it ends | |
Take a step to the throne, conviction | |
Choking back your amends | |
Cry the death of fiction kingdom | |
Your truth is absolution' s end | |
Dead is the way you stake your life on | |
The oblivious belief | |
What a waste to sell your spirit for | |
Dead is the way you stake your life on | |
The oblivious belief | |
What a waste to sell your spirit for |
zuò qǔ : Demon Hunter | |
Dig yourself a shallow grave | |
Your life is not the legacy of honor | |
You would dig six feet for | |
Broken is the way you came | |
And broken is the way that you will leave | |
When everything is paid for | |
Make another hollow claim | |
A fable of regurgitated nothing | |
We could tear wide open | |
False in every possible way | |
Your God is still the powerless creation | |
You will lose your hope in | |
Now you bleed for the | |
Lord of Hate | |
That you stole from the pages of truth | |
And separate the product from its own account | |
To birth a gospel of inferior view | |
Black reign is all in dream | |
Your truth is absolution' s end | |
Dead is the way you stake your life on | |
The oblivious belief | |
What a waste to sell your spirit for | |
Dead is the way you stake your life on | |
The oblivious belief | |
What a waste to sell your spirit for | |
Lay upon the bed you made | |
Your word is not the legacy of truth | |
That you would bet your life on | |
Stand to face a mirrored blade | |
And tremble in the wake of your conviction | |
As you put your life on | |
Now you bleed for the | |
Lord of Hate | |
That you stole from the pages of truth | |
And separate the product from its own account | |
To birth a gospel of inferior view | |
Black reign is all in dream | |
Your truth is absolution' s end | |
Dead is the way you stake your life on | |
The oblivious belief | |
What a waste to sell your spirit for | |
Dead is the way you stake your life on | |
The oblivious belief | |
What a waste to sell your spirit for | |
This war is a page unwritten | |
But we know how it ends | |
Take a step to the throne, conviction | |
Choking back your amends | |
Cry the death of fiction kingdom | |
Your truth is absolution' s end | |
Dead is the way you stake your life on | |
The oblivious belief | |
What a waste to sell your spirit for | |
Dead is the way you stake your life on | |
The oblivious belief | |
What a waste to sell your spirit for |