歌曲 | We Are Debt |
歌手 | This or the Apocalypse |
专辑 | Monuments |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : This Or The Apocalypse | |
I clipped off my claws, in defense of my weary eyes. | |
And I have been one acquainted with the night. | |
This is the last pinnacle left to face, | |
An indefinite statement of time. | |
I have been one acquainted with the night. | |
Dark ends darkness; man ends mankind. | |
No, there is no dawn. | |
This silent rock is turning black, | |
Opaque from the ceaseless. | |
Our final cause is yours. | |
The traveled street is a vein of blood, | |
And we will rest amongst its whisper. | |
Our sleep amongst the dirt and grey. | |
Our sleep amongst the earthly day. | |
Life is a broken glass; drink from the shards. | |
Forgive us of our blasphemies, | |
In passing time our souls will stand ajar. | |
Wider than the sky, that is what we are. | |
Time is surely a loaded gun - | |
For it has the power to kill, | |
Without the power to die. | |
I have been one acquainted with the night, | |
Opaque from the ceaseless. |
zuo qu : This Or The Apocalypse | |
I clipped off my claws, in defense of my weary eyes. | |
And I have been one acquainted with the night. | |
This is the last pinnacle left to face, | |
An indefinite statement of time. | |
I have been one acquainted with the night. | |
Dark ends darkness man ends mankind. | |
No, there is no dawn. | |
This silent rock is turning black, | |
Opaque from the ceaseless. | |
Our final cause is yours. | |
The traveled street is a vein of blood, | |
And we will rest amongst its whisper. | |
Our sleep amongst the dirt and grey. | |
Our sleep amongst the earthly day. | |
Life is a broken glass drink from the shards. | |
Forgive us of our blasphemies, | |
In passing time our souls will stand ajar. | |
Wider than the sky, that is what we are. | |
Time is surely a loaded gun | |
For it has the power to kill, | |
Without the power to die. | |
I have been one acquainted with the night, | |
Opaque from the ceaseless. |
zuò qǔ : This Or The Apocalypse | |
I clipped off my claws, in defense of my weary eyes. | |
And I have been one acquainted with the night. | |
This is the last pinnacle left to face, | |
An indefinite statement of time. | |
I have been one acquainted with the night. | |
Dark ends darkness man ends mankind. | |
No, there is no dawn. | |
This silent rock is turning black, | |
Opaque from the ceaseless. | |
Our final cause is yours. | |
The traveled street is a vein of blood, | |
And we will rest amongst its whisper. | |
Our sleep amongst the dirt and grey. | |
Our sleep amongst the earthly day. | |
Life is a broken glass drink from the shards. | |
Forgive us of our blasphemies, | |
In passing time our souls will stand ajar. | |
Wider than the sky, that is what we are. | |
Time is surely a loaded gun | |
For it has the power to kill, | |
Without the power to die. | |
I have been one acquainted with the night, | |
Opaque from the ceaseless. |