What A Horrible Night To Have A Curse 歌词
| 歌曲 | What A Horrible Night To Have A Curse |
| 歌手 | The Black Dahlia Murder |
| 专辑 | Nocturnal |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Black Dahlia Murder ... | |
| This twisted, wretched place shadowed by the utmost darks of hell | |
| In dreams of black, beyond the bounds of a withered witch's spell | |
| Where the doors surely are locked when the sun threatens to wane | |
| Where shamblers dwell in dim moon light beyond the warmth of day | |
| Liars line the roads at dawn | |
| Watchful eyes are upon you held | |
| Sacred weapons to the sacred revealed to be unleashed upon the council of hell | |
| Blood flows down the streets at night where wolves cry out for flesh | |
| Where a horrible curse taints the woodlands nearby with the forms of the walking dead | |
| Unholy inversion of hope, twisting the faith of the meek into hate | |
| Driven insane by the dark one, to bring forth the foul biddings he speaks | |
| The undead are among us; at dawn they shrink back to their silken beds | |
| They dance by night and drink the blood of a child's broken neck | |
| His spires are growing taller still, their shadows spreading throughout the land | |
| Freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man | |
| Into the tower, never go; the horrors multiply | |
| The gears can mince the strongest ones, leaving heroes paralyzed | |
| The rivers flow with poison | |
| The sands swallow you whole | |
| The ghouls that roam this darkened wood are thirsting for your throat | |
| Unholy inversion of hope, twisting the faith of the meek into hate | |
| Driven insane by the dark one, to bring forth the foul biddings he speaks | |
| The undead are among us; at dawn they shrink back to their silken beds | |
| They dance by night and drink the blood of a child's broken neck | |
| His spires are growing taller still, their shadows spreading throughout the land | |
| Freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man |
| zuo qu : Black Dahlia Murder ... | |
| This twisted, wretched place shadowed by the utmost darks of hell | |
| In dreams of black, beyond the bounds of a withered witch' s spell | |
| Where the doors surely are locked when the sun threatens to wane | |
| Where shamblers dwell in dim moon light beyond the warmth of day | |
| Liars line the roads at dawn | |
| Watchful eyes are upon you held | |
| Sacred weapons to the sacred revealed to be unleashed upon the council of hell | |
| Blood flows down the streets at night where wolves cry out for flesh | |
| Where a horrible curse taints the woodlands nearby with the forms of the walking dead | |
| Unholy inversion of hope, twisting the faith of the meek into hate | |
| Driven insane by the dark one, to bring forth the foul biddings he speaks | |
| The undead are among us at dawn they shrink back to their silken beds | |
| They dance by night and drink the blood of a child' s broken neck | |
| His spires are growing taller still, their shadows spreading throughout the land | |
| Freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man | |
| Into the tower, never go the horrors multiply | |
| The gears can mince the strongest ones, leaving heroes paralyzed | |
| The rivers flow with poison | |
| The sands swallow you whole | |
| The ghouls that roam this darkened wood are thirsting for your throat | |
| Unholy inversion of hope, twisting the faith of the meek into hate | |
| Driven insane by the dark one, to bring forth the foul biddings he speaks | |
| The undead are among us at dawn they shrink back to their silken beds | |
| They dance by night and drink the blood of a child' s broken neck | |
| His spires are growing taller still, their shadows spreading throughout the land | |
| Freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man |
| zuò qǔ : Black Dahlia Murder ... | |
| This twisted, wretched place shadowed by the utmost darks of hell | |
| In dreams of black, beyond the bounds of a withered witch' s spell | |
| Where the doors surely are locked when the sun threatens to wane | |
| Where shamblers dwell in dim moon light beyond the warmth of day | |
| Liars line the roads at dawn | |
| Watchful eyes are upon you held | |
| Sacred weapons to the sacred revealed to be unleashed upon the council of hell | |
| Blood flows down the streets at night where wolves cry out for flesh | |
| Where a horrible curse taints the woodlands nearby with the forms of the walking dead | |
| Unholy inversion of hope, twisting the faith of the meek into hate | |
| Driven insane by the dark one, to bring forth the foul biddings he speaks | |
| The undead are among us at dawn they shrink back to their silken beds | |
| They dance by night and drink the blood of a child' s broken neck | |
| His spires are growing taller still, their shadows spreading throughout the land | |
| Freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man | |
| Into the tower, never go the horrors multiply | |
| The gears can mince the strongest ones, leaving heroes paralyzed | |
| The rivers flow with poison | |
| The sands swallow you whole | |
| The ghouls that roam this darkened wood are thirsting for your throat | |
| Unholy inversion of hope, twisting the faith of the meek into hate | |
| Driven insane by the dark one, to bring forth the foul biddings he speaks | |
| The undead are among us at dawn they shrink back to their silken beds | |
| They dance by night and drink the blood of a child' s broken neck | |
| His spires are growing taller still, their shadows spreading throughout the land | |
| Freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man |
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