歌曲 | Dead God In Me |
歌手 | In Flames |
专辑 | The Jester Race |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Ljungstrom, Stromblad | |
CoolTo slit the grinning wounds from childhood's seven moons | |
The palette stained with the ejaculated passions(Aey) | |
Strike from omnipotence, they all seer all deemer | |
And haunt my severed county with your dripping secret games | |
You picked the unripe lilies, deflored and peeled the bleeding petals | |
Made known to me the grainy stains, the crimson lotus | |
Of the black ash inheritance, the semen feed of | |
Gods and masters | |
The worms still in me, still a part of me, racing out from leaking rooms | |
Swoop from broken lungs | |
To block the transmission to put an end to the nomad years | |
Father, you are the dead god in me | |
Father, you are the dead god in me | |
Aey |
zuo ci : Ljungstrom, Stromblad | |
CoolTo slit the grinning wounds from childhood' s seven moons | |
The palette stained with the ejaculated passions Aey | |
Strike from omnipotence, they all seer all deemer | |
And haunt my severed county with your dripping secret games | |
You picked the unripe lilies, deflored and peeled the bleeding petals | |
Made known to me the grainy stains, the crimson lotus | |
Of the black ash inheritance, the semen feed of | |
Gods and masters | |
The worms still in me, still a part of me, racing out from leaking rooms | |
Swoop from broken lungs | |
To block the transmission to put an end to the nomad years | |
Father, you are the dead god in me | |
Father, you are the dead god in me | |
Aey |
zuò cí : Ljungstrom, Stromblad | |
CoolTo slit the grinning wounds from childhood' s seven moons | |
The palette stained with the ejaculated passions Aey | |
Strike from omnipotence, they all seer all deemer | |
And haunt my severed county with your dripping secret games | |
You picked the unripe lilies, deflored and peeled the bleeding petals | |
Made known to me the grainy stains, the crimson lotus | |
Of the black ash inheritance, the semen feed of | |
Gods and masters | |
The worms still in me, still a part of me, racing out from leaking rooms | |
Swoop from broken lungs | |
To block the transmission to put an end to the nomad years | |
Father, you are the dead god in me | |
Father, you are the dead god in me | |
Aey |