歌曲 | She Is the Dark |
歌手 | My Dying Bride |
专辑 | The Light at the End of the World |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : My Dying Bride | |
A cruel sleep 'cross our land | |
All withered and dying | |
As the fall, the victims | |
They're dying a sad death | |
In our land, we lay down | |
And suffer again | |
A dark girl'cross our land | |
Is pacing. Is preying | |
And with her, a fever | |
A marching black fever | |
No eyes see. No features | |
Just black form, suffering | |
You have her sympathy | |
You have her tears | |
She tries only to take | |
All your fears | |
The pain she feels | |
When she drinks your soul | |
Is hers to suffer | |
It is her toll | |
Believe me, she's helpless | |
When she curses our land | |
When she swallows light | |
It's not her hand | |
Poison awaits when you kiss her | |
Her heart cries out for you, for me | |
Untold misery is hers to serve | |
out for eternity | |
Out cold. Mankind will stay | |
forevermore if she gets her way | |
She can't help it. It's her curse | |
To sing your pain in her own verse | |
She is the dark | |
The nightmares you hide | |
The pain you feel | |
The suffering inside | |
Though she was like you | |
Through her dark past | |
But now, the conqueror | |
Her choirs vast | |
Oh, please forgive her | |
As mankind dies | |
As angels weep | |
And heaven cries |
zuo ci : My Dying Bride | |
A cruel sleep ' cross our land | |
All withered and dying | |
As the fall, the victims | |
They' re dying a sad death | |
In our land, we lay down | |
And suffer again | |
A dark girl' cross our land | |
Is pacing. Is preying | |
And with her, a fever | |
A marching black fever | |
No eyes see. No features | |
Just black form, suffering | |
You have her sympathy | |
You have her tears | |
She tries only to take | |
All your fears | |
The pain she feels | |
When she drinks your soul | |
Is hers to suffer | |
It is her toll | |
Believe me, she' s helpless | |
When she curses our land | |
When she swallows light | |
It' s not her hand | |
Poison awaits when you kiss her | |
Her heart cries out for you, for me | |
Untold misery is hers to serve | |
out for eternity | |
Out cold. Mankind will stay | |
forevermore if she gets her way | |
She can' t help it. It' s her curse | |
To sing your pain in her own verse | |
She is the dark | |
The nightmares you hide | |
The pain you feel | |
The suffering inside | |
Though she was like you | |
Through her dark past | |
But now, the conqueror | |
Her choirs vast | |
Oh, please forgive her | |
As mankind dies | |
As angels weep | |
And heaven cries |
zuò cí : My Dying Bride | |
A cruel sleep ' cross our land | |
All withered and dying | |
As the fall, the victims | |
They' re dying a sad death | |
In our land, we lay down | |
And suffer again | |
A dark girl' cross our land | |
Is pacing. Is preying | |
And with her, a fever | |
A marching black fever | |
No eyes see. No features | |
Just black form, suffering | |
You have her sympathy | |
You have her tears | |
She tries only to take | |
All your fears | |
The pain she feels | |
When she drinks your soul | |
Is hers to suffer | |
It is her toll | |
Believe me, she' s helpless | |
When she curses our land | |
When she swallows light | |
It' s not her hand | |
Poison awaits when you kiss her | |
Her heart cries out for you, for me | |
Untold misery is hers to serve | |
out for eternity | |
Out cold. Mankind will stay | |
forevermore if she gets her way | |
She can' t help it. It' s her curse | |
To sing your pain in her own verse | |
She is the dark | |
The nightmares you hide | |
The pain you feel | |
The suffering inside | |
Though she was like you | |
Through her dark past | |
But now, the conqueror | |
Her choirs vast | |
Oh, please forgive her | |
As mankind dies | |
As angels weep | |
And heaven cries |