歌曲 | Predetermined Sky |
歌手 | Unearth |
专辑 | The Oncoming Storm |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Phipps, Unearth | |
in the heart of the land of creation | |
grows a threat which cannot be healed | |
efforts soar to restore generations | |
grave results give this outbreak the nail | |
the growing devastation | |
brings human extinction | |
this plague aims at our weakness | |
predetermined sky | |
cradles fall into pine for the mourning | |
wailing cries blend endless each day | |
poverty proves more than a lifestyle | |
sumpathy can not sure disease | |
this plague aims at our weakness | |
predetermined sky | |
blind eye | |
saw a man on the streets of lusaka | |
selling coffins to a passer bye | |
how can we live in a world that lets millions die | |
how can we live with such a tragic side | |
how can we live in a world that let's the millions die | |
that let's the millions cry | |
that let's us agonize | |
show us the way to terminate. | |
immersed in all our dusts is the mother world |
zuo qu : Phipps, Unearth | |
in the heart of the land of creation | |
grows a threat which cannot be healed | |
efforts soar to restore generations | |
grave results give this outbreak the nail | |
the growing devastation | |
brings human extinction | |
this plague aims at our weakness | |
predetermined sky | |
cradles fall into pine for the mourning | |
wailing cries blend endless each day | |
poverty proves more than a lifestyle | |
sumpathy can not sure disease | |
this plague aims at our weakness | |
predetermined sky | |
blind eye | |
saw a man on the streets of lusaka | |
selling coffins to a passer bye | |
how can we live in a world that lets millions die | |
how can we live with such a tragic side | |
how can we live in a world that let' s the millions die | |
that let' s the millions cry | |
that let' s us agonize | |
show us the way to terminate. | |
immersed in all our dusts is the mother world |
zuò qǔ : Phipps, Unearth | |
in the heart of the land of creation | |
grows a threat which cannot be healed | |
efforts soar to restore generations | |
grave results give this outbreak the nail | |
the growing devastation | |
brings human extinction | |
this plague aims at our weakness | |
predetermined sky | |
cradles fall into pine for the mourning | |
wailing cries blend endless each day | |
poverty proves more than a lifestyle | |
sumpathy can not sure disease | |
this plague aims at our weakness | |
predetermined sky | |
blind eye | |
saw a man on the streets of lusaka | |
selling coffins to a passer bye | |
how can we live in a world that lets millions die | |
how can we live with such a tragic side | |
how can we live in a world that let' s the millions die | |
that let' s the millions cry | |
that let' s us agonize | |
show us the way to terminate. | |
immersed in all our dusts is the mother world |