歌曲 | Über den Fluss |
歌手 | Sopor Æternus & the Ensemble of Shadows |
专辑 | Es Reiten Die Toten So Schnell |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea | |
作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea | |
He woke up, as his flesh fell off ... slice by slice, | |
Floating high up in the air, more than ten-thousand miles. | |
He said, he was crucified underneath a baneful sky, | |
Had nails through feet and hands, | |
Yes, also nails in his eyes. | |
In defiance of all living things he hang there ... upside down, | |
His poor, vicious face almost touching the ground. | |
He knows well where he's been, | |
Don't let him in !!! | |
He claimed twelve-thousand crucifixes transformed into distorted sombre trees, | |
Blood ran down their scarred trunks, | |
Gushed slowly dripping out of the leaves. | |
The offering gathered in a chalice, all golden, | |
Held by the dirty hands of a black-bearded man, | |
His face sheer spitefulness. | |
He knows well where he's been; | |
So, don't let him, don't let him in ... | |
Don't let him in !!! |
zuo qu : AnnaVarney Cantodea | |
zuo ci : AnnaVarney Cantodea | |
He woke up, as his flesh fell off ... slice by slice, | |
Floating high up in the air, more than tenthousand miles. | |
He said, he was crucified underneath a baneful sky, | |
Had nails through feet and hands, | |
Yes, also nails in his eyes. | |
In defiance of all living things he hang there ... upside down, | |
His poor, vicious face almost touching the ground. | |
He knows well where he' s been, | |
Don' t let him in !!! | |
He claimed twelvethousand crucifixes transformed into distorted sombre trees, | |
Blood ran down their scarred trunks, | |
Gushed slowly dripping out of the leaves. | |
The offering gathered in a chalice, all golden, | |
Held by the dirty hands of a blackbearded man, | |
His face sheer spitefulness. | |
He knows well where he' s been | |
So, don' t let him, don' t let him in ... | |
Don' t let him in !!! |
zuò qǔ : AnnaVarney Cantodea | |
zuò cí : AnnaVarney Cantodea | |
He woke up, as his flesh fell off ... slice by slice, | |
Floating high up in the air, more than tenthousand miles. | |
He said, he was crucified underneath a baneful sky, | |
Had nails through feet and hands, | |
Yes, also nails in his eyes. | |
In defiance of all living things he hang there ... upside down, | |
His poor, vicious face almost touching the ground. | |
He knows well where he' s been, | |
Don' t let him in !!! | |
He claimed twelvethousand crucifixes transformed into distorted sombre trees, | |
Blood ran down their scarred trunks, | |
Gushed slowly dripping out of the leaves. | |
The offering gathered in a chalice, all golden, | |
Held by the dirty hands of a blackbearded man, | |
His face sheer spitefulness. | |
He knows well where he' s been | |
So, don' t let him, don' t let him in ... | |
Don' t let him in !!! |