歌曲 | Echoes From A Hollow Soul |
歌手 | My Dying Bride |
专辑 | For Lies I Sire |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : My Dying Bride | |
A boy so young upon the gallows | |
Gazing down like a saint | |
From the church of children's cries | |
He awaited one | |
Anticipates | |
Issued from her mouth | |
A further request | |
The sons of Adam | |
Put to death | |
A voice is heard | |
Echoes from the hollow soul | |
A golden word | |
Wrapped in books of skin and blood | |
From harmony lives a vision of your guilt | |
And treachery smiles, oh so very sweet | |
The last whisper from a dying heart | |
Lifts away through the night | |
Chased by angels falling through the sky | |
As the snow, oh what a sight | |
This closing river takes all away | |
Daughters of Eve slowly fade (fade away) | |
Given a word, and the movement will begin | |
If it's unheard, the message must be sent | |
So slowly now, like the early morning bloom | |
And this is how the perishing will come |
zuo qu : My Dying Bride | |
A boy so young upon the gallows | |
Gazing down like a saint | |
From the church of children' s cries | |
He awaited one | |
Anticipates | |
Issued from her mouth | |
A further request | |
The sons of Adam | |
Put to death | |
A voice is heard | |
Echoes from the hollow soul | |
A golden word | |
Wrapped in books of skin and blood | |
From harmony lives a vision of your guilt | |
And treachery smiles, oh so very sweet | |
The last whisper from a dying heart | |
Lifts away through the night | |
Chased by angels falling through the sky | |
As the snow, oh what a sight | |
This closing river takes all away | |
Daughters of Eve slowly fade fade away | |
Given a word, and the movement will begin | |
If it' s unheard, the message must be sent | |
So slowly now, like the early morning bloom | |
And this is how the perishing will come |
zuò qǔ : My Dying Bride | |
A boy so young upon the gallows | |
Gazing down like a saint | |
From the church of children' s cries | |
He awaited one | |
Anticipates | |
Issued from her mouth | |
A further request | |
The sons of Adam | |
Put to death | |
A voice is heard | |
Echoes from the hollow soul | |
A golden word | |
Wrapped in books of skin and blood | |
From harmony lives a vision of your guilt | |
And treachery smiles, oh so very sweet | |
The last whisper from a dying heart | |
Lifts away through the night | |
Chased by angels falling through the sky | |
As the snow, oh what a sight | |
This closing river takes all away | |
Daughters of Eve slowly fade fade away | |
Given a word, and the movement will begin | |
If it' s unheard, the message must be sent | |
So slowly now, like the early morning bloom | |
And this is how the perishing will come |