歌曲 | Dry Well of Life |
歌手 | Trail of Tears |
专辑 | Free Fall Into Fear |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Hagen, Hansen, Heiseldal ... | |
Seek shelter in the void | |
And vanish slowly in the heart-felt terror | |
Sterile is your thoughts | |
but not your needs | |
Attempting to be brave | |
but still a slave | |
A possessed servant | |
A slave to the blade | |
Burning panic, nothing more to gain | |
For behold | |
your precious love is slain | |
Seek the lies you hail | |
Seek the lies you left alone | |
Nailed to the ground | |
Seek the lies you hail | |
Seek the lies you left alone | |
Leaves you no traces to feed of | |
Leaves you no traces to feed of | |
Now that desperation run you down | |
Leaves you to be raped by the dreams | |
which slit and shred | |
Yet another week attempt | |
to reject the knife | |
and to strengthen yourself | |
from the source of all life | |
an endless struggle to get rid of the lie | |
But you are down on your knees | |
Because the source has run dry |
zuo qu : Hagen, Hansen, Heiseldal ... | |
Seek shelter in the void | |
And vanish slowly in the heartfelt terror | |
Sterile is your thoughts | |
but not your needs | |
Attempting to be brave | |
but still a slave | |
A possessed servant | |
A slave to the blade | |
Burning panic, nothing more to gain | |
For behold | |
your precious love is slain | |
Seek the lies you hail | |
Seek the lies you left alone | |
Nailed to the ground | |
Seek the lies you hail | |
Seek the lies you left alone | |
Leaves you no traces to feed of | |
Leaves you no traces to feed of | |
Now that desperation run you down | |
Leaves you to be raped by the dreams | |
which slit and shred | |
Yet another week attempt | |
to reject the knife | |
and to strengthen yourself | |
from the source of all life | |
an endless struggle to get rid of the lie | |
But you are down on your knees | |
Because the source has run dry |
zuò qǔ : Hagen, Hansen, Heiseldal ... | |
Seek shelter in the void | |
And vanish slowly in the heartfelt terror | |
Sterile is your thoughts | |
but not your needs | |
Attempting to be brave | |
but still a slave | |
A possessed servant | |
A slave to the blade | |
Burning panic, nothing more to gain | |
For behold | |
your precious love is slain | |
Seek the lies you hail | |
Seek the lies you left alone | |
Nailed to the ground | |
Seek the lies you hail | |
Seek the lies you left alone | |
Leaves you no traces to feed of | |
Leaves you no traces to feed of | |
Now that desperation run you down | |
Leaves you to be raped by the dreams | |
which slit and shred | |
Yet another week attempt | |
to reject the knife | |
and to strengthen yourself | |
from the source of all life | |
an endless struggle to get rid of the lie | |
But you are down on your knees | |
Because the source has run dry |