歌曲 | The Reaper's Image |
歌手 | Nostradameus |
专辑 | Hellbound |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Fredén | |
Gazing at the paintings along the narrow hall. | |
They're telling emotion with draws and colours. | |
I see in my eye lids they're staring at me. | |
Eyes filled with hatred that's piercing my skin. | |
Was the tale right, it will show. | |
Gaze into the mirror and you will know. | |
Fallen angle with no face. | |
Is the keeper of hell's entrance. | |
Forged by a man, with an own soul. | |
The mirror of death looks so strange. | |
Don't go too close, don't go near, | |
You will lose all you have | |
Because the reaper's still inside. | |
Drawn to the miror, drawn by its grace. | |
Enchanting reflections are calling my name. | |
God, I am curious, let's take a peak. | |
I'm drowning in endless eternity. | |
Was the tale right... | |
Forged by a man... | |
Fading, slowly away... | |
Caught by the man with no face. | |
Trapped in eternal flames... | |
Caught in, deep down in hell. | |
The myth of the mirror revealed to be true. | |
When looking too close, he is coming for you. | |
Slowly appearing, from nowhere he came. | |
And right there it was, The Reaper's Image. | |
Was the tale right... | |
Forged by a man... |
zuo qu : Frede n | |
Gazing at the paintings along the narrow hall. | |
They' re telling emotion with draws and colours. | |
I see in my eye lids they' re staring at me. | |
Eyes filled with hatred that' s piercing my skin. | |
Was the tale right, it will show. | |
Gaze into the mirror and you will know. | |
Fallen angle with no face. | |
Is the keeper of hell' s entrance. | |
Forged by a man, with an own soul. | |
The mirror of death looks so strange. | |
Don' t go too close, don' t go near, | |
You will lose all you have | |
Because the reaper' s still inside. | |
Drawn to the miror, drawn by its grace. | |
Enchanting reflections are calling my name. | |
God, I am curious, let' s take a peak. | |
I' m drowning in endless eternity. | |
Was the tale right... | |
Forged by a man... | |
Fading, slowly away... | |
Caught by the man with no face. | |
Trapped in eternal flames... | |
Caught in, deep down in hell. | |
The myth of the mirror revealed to be true. | |
When looking too close, he is coming for you. | |
Slowly appearing, from nowhere he came. | |
And right there it was, The Reaper' s Image. | |
Was the tale right... | |
Forged by a man... |
zuò qǔ : Fredé n | |
Gazing at the paintings along the narrow hall. | |
They' re telling emotion with draws and colours. | |
I see in my eye lids they' re staring at me. | |
Eyes filled with hatred that' s piercing my skin. | |
Was the tale right, it will show. | |
Gaze into the mirror and you will know. | |
Fallen angle with no face. | |
Is the keeper of hell' s entrance. | |
Forged by a man, with an own soul. | |
The mirror of death looks so strange. | |
Don' t go too close, don' t go near, | |
You will lose all you have | |
Because the reaper' s still inside. | |
Drawn to the miror, drawn by its grace. | |
Enchanting reflections are calling my name. | |
God, I am curious, let' s take a peak. | |
I' m drowning in endless eternity. | |
Was the tale right... | |
Forged by a man... | |
Fading, slowly away... | |
Caught by the man with no face. | |
Trapped in eternal flames... | |
Caught in, deep down in hell. | |
The myth of the mirror revealed to be true. | |
When looking too close, he is coming for you. | |
Slowly appearing, from nowhere he came. | |
And right there it was, The Reaper' s Image. | |
Was the tale right... | |
Forged by a man... |