歌曲 | Into the Lake of Ghosts |
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 | |
Enter the | |
Ghost Lake. | |
The waters whisper | |
Of something brooding. | |
No way out of here. | |
Slow smouldering, | |
Slow smouldering heat. | |
Lapping at your skin | |
Pulling you down again. | |
I wish that | |
I could Fan back to life | |
The dying embers | |
Of my long lost passion. | |
Descending deeper. | |
With black as my light. | |
With twist and turn. | |
All me will be tried in life. | |
We look for light to call. | |
The call to save us all. | |
Lest we fall to our knees. | |
The death, we kiss his feet. | |
Oh, sacred mother come. | |
For our fate is done. | |
In blindness do we run | |
Always backwards. | |
The care of many | |
Was lost in my hands. | |
The sickness came in | |
Floods of torment and woe. | |
My withered body. | |
Aching and bone tired. | |
My christ who art lord. | |
Hold me down again. | |
Knee bent and head held low. | |
Eyes closed against my foe. | |
In prayer | |
I sing on low. | |
Answers to my last call. | |
Oh, sacred father come. | |
For it is you who's done. | |
In blindness do we run. | |
And be sure not to fall. | |
Oh, christ, what have | |
I done? Ill fortune now will come. | |
Fire raining from the sun. | |
All virtue swept away. | |
In floods of blackest death. | |
The ghost will take my breath. | |
My sins I will forget. | |
I am nothing again. | |
Exit the Ghost | |
Lake. the waters silent. | |
What now has risen? | |
No man stands alone. | |
The world is changing. ' | |
Tis misery who | |
Leads our way now. | |
Holding man down. |
zuo ci : My Dying Bride | |
Enter the | |
Ghost Lake. | |
The waters whisper | |
Of something brooding. | |
No way out of here. | |
Slow smouldering, | |
Slow smouldering heat. | |
Lapping at your skin | |
Pulling you down again. | |
I wish that | |
I could Fan back to life | |
The dying embers | |
Of my long lost passion. | |
Descending deeper. | |
With black as my light. | |
With twist and turn. | |
All me will be tried in life. | |
We look for light to call. | |
The call to save us all. | |
Lest we fall to our knees. | |
The death, we kiss his feet. | |
Oh, sacred mother come. | |
For our fate is done. | |
In blindness do we run | |
Always backwards. | |
The care of many | |
Was lost in my hands. | |
The sickness came in | |
Floods of torment and woe. | |
My withered body. | |
Aching and bone tired. | |
My christ who art lord. | |
Hold me down again. | |
Knee bent and head held low. | |
Eyes closed against my foe. | |
In prayer | |
I sing on low. | |
Answers to my last call. | |
Oh, sacred father come. | |
For it is you who' s done. | |
In blindness do we run. | |
And be sure not to fall. | |
Oh, christ, what have | |
I done? Ill fortune now will come. | |
Fire raining from the sun. | |
All virtue swept away. | |
In floods of blackest death. | |
The ghost will take my breath. | |
My sins I will forget. | |
I am nothing again. | |
Exit the Ghost | |
Lake. the waters silent. | |
What now has risen? | |
No man stands alone. | |
The world is changing. ' | |
Tis misery who | |
Leads our way now. | |
Holding man down. |
zuò cí : My Dying Bride | |
Enter the | |
Ghost Lake. | |
The waters whisper | |
Of something brooding. | |
No way out of here. | |
Slow smouldering, | |
Slow smouldering heat. | |
Lapping at your skin | |
Pulling you down again. | |
I wish that | |
I could Fan back to life | |
The dying embers | |
Of my long lost passion. | |
Descending deeper. | |
With black as my light. | |
With twist and turn. | |
All me will be tried in life. | |
We look for light to call. | |
The call to save us all. | |
Lest we fall to our knees. | |
The death, we kiss his feet. | |
Oh, sacred mother come. | |
For our fate is done. | |
In blindness do we run | |
Always backwards. | |
The care of many | |
Was lost in my hands. | |
The sickness came in | |
Floods of torment and woe. | |
My withered body. | |
Aching and bone tired. | |
My christ who art lord. | |
Hold me down again. | |
Knee bent and head held low. | |
Eyes closed against my foe. | |
In prayer | |
I sing on low. | |
Answers to my last call. | |
Oh, sacred father come. | |
For it is you who' s done. | |
In blindness do we run. | |
And be sure not to fall. | |
Oh, christ, what have | |
I done? Ill fortune now will come. | |
Fire raining from the sun. | |
All virtue swept away. | |
In floods of blackest death. | |
The ghost will take my breath. | |
My sins I will forget. | |
I am nothing again. | |
Exit the Ghost | |
Lake. the waters silent. | |
What now has risen? | |
No man stands alone. | |
The world is changing. ' | |
Tis misery who | |
Leads our way now. | |
Holding man down. |