歌曲 | Death And The Suffering |
歌手 | Elvenking |
专辑 | The Scythe |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Aydan, Damna | |
Suffered I have and Suffer I will .... Counting my days in the blood that I spill | |
The sweetest of tortures, that we call Life .... Will hopefully cease with the slash of a knife | |
How can I accept this way? A countdown to the final day | |
Holding by the blade the knife How can i accept my life? | |
The Skeleton beholds our race (for) New faces to deface | |
Grinding our hopes to be Plunged into fire | |
I strive just for anything, anything that could save me from this hell | |
And I dream the most dreadful things, dreadful things, back in mind and wrathful eyes | |
Too late cause the moment has died | |
The Skeleton benights us Broken strings on a harp like | |
The sirens departing with their beatiful songs The Skeleton benights us | |
Overdashing with sorrow the path paved with love and hate My heart is bleeding | |
bleeding everyday My mind can't stop from dreaming dreadful Death and the suffering | |
How can I deny this way? Forgetting bout the final day | |
Why can't I put down the knife? How can i deny my life? | |
The hooded Queen beholds our race (for) New faces to deface | |
Rushing forth the tides of life Into the ocean | |
I strive just for anything, anything that could save me from this hell | |
One day oh will anything, anything come and dry the tears I cry | |
Too late the moment has died Kneel down to the Death and the suffering |
zuo qu : Aydan, Damna | |
Suffered I have and Suffer I will .... Counting my days in the blood that I spill | |
The sweetest of tortures, that we call Life .... Will hopefully cease with the slash of a knife | |
How can I accept this way? A countdown to the final day | |
Holding by the blade the knife How can i accept my life? | |
The Skeleton beholds our race for New faces to deface | |
Grinding our hopes to be Plunged into fire | |
I strive just for anything, anything that could save me from this hell | |
And I dream the most dreadful things, dreadful things, back in mind and wrathful eyes | |
Too late cause the moment has died | |
The Skeleton benights us Broken strings on a harp like | |
The sirens departing with their beatiful songs The Skeleton benights us | |
Overdashing with sorrow the path paved with love and hate My heart is bleeding | |
bleeding everyday My mind can' t stop from dreaming dreadful Death and the suffering | |
How can I deny this way? Forgetting bout the final day | |
Why can' t I put down the knife? How can i deny my life? | |
The hooded Queen beholds our race for New faces to deface | |
Rushing forth the tides of life Into the ocean | |
I strive just for anything, anything that could save me from this hell | |
One day oh will anything, anything come and dry the tears I cry | |
Too late the moment has died Kneel down to the Death and the suffering |
zuò qǔ : Aydan, Damna | |
Suffered I have and Suffer I will .... Counting my days in the blood that I spill | |
The sweetest of tortures, that we call Life .... Will hopefully cease with the slash of a knife | |
How can I accept this way? A countdown to the final day | |
Holding by the blade the knife How can i accept my life? | |
The Skeleton beholds our race for New faces to deface | |
Grinding our hopes to be Plunged into fire | |
I strive just for anything, anything that could save me from this hell | |
And I dream the most dreadful things, dreadful things, back in mind and wrathful eyes | |
Too late cause the moment has died | |
The Skeleton benights us Broken strings on a harp like | |
The sirens departing with their beatiful songs The Skeleton benights us | |
Overdashing with sorrow the path paved with love and hate My heart is bleeding | |
bleeding everyday My mind can' t stop from dreaming dreadful Death and the suffering | |
How can I deny this way? Forgetting bout the final day | |
Why can' t I put down the knife? How can i deny my life? | |
The hooded Queen beholds our race for New faces to deface | |
Rushing forth the tides of life Into the ocean | |
I strive just for anything, anything that could save me from this hell | |
One day oh will anything, anything come and dry the tears I cry | |
Too late the moment has died Kneel down to the Death and the suffering |