歌曲 | From Your Grave |
歌手 | The Absence |
专辑 | From Your Grave |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Absence, Joseph, Pintaville ... | |
the bitter wind drifts | |
through the apparition | |
a sleep that heavies the neck through the noose | |
a stretch of song | |
and deep in this shallow grave | |
burning bitter and bleak from this whimpered taste | |
of your weakness | |
fallen so low | |
sunken deep and black from this broken vow | |
of your weakness | |
fallen so low | |
sunken deep and black from this broken vow | |
Arise | |
From Your Grave | |
Arise | |
where the black rains | |
falling upon | |
the everlasting to all of our losses | |
calling from the dead of night | |
hollow from the breath of my prayers now lost | |
burning fevers | |
in the shadows and in the embrace | |
where they stagger, where they fall, and where they lay | |
where the rains, won't wash away | |
because as I burn what I feel as I sink into the killing fields | |
the prevail is running you out of time | |
while you wither, while death walks beside | |
Arise | |
From Your Grave | |
Arise | |
where the black rains | |
falling upon | |
the everlasting to all of our losses | |
calling from the dead of night | |
hollow from the breath of my prayers now lost | |
the sweetness holding the salt | |
to the serpents tongue, seconds before the fall | |
keeping heads above the frey and keeping hell one heart beat away | |
Arise | |
From Your Grave | |
Arise | |
From Your Grave | |
Arise | |
Arise | |
From Your Grave | |
Arise | |
Arise | |
From Your Grave |
zuo qu : Absence, Joseph, Pintaville ... | |
the bitter wind drifts | |
through the apparition | |
a sleep that heavies the neck through the noose | |
a stretch of song | |
and deep in this shallow grave | |
burning bitter and bleak from this whimpered taste | |
of your weakness | |
fallen so low | |
sunken deep and black from this broken vow | |
of your weakness | |
fallen so low | |
sunken deep and black from this broken vow | |
Arise | |
From Your Grave | |
Arise | |
where the black rains | |
falling upon | |
the everlasting to all of our losses | |
calling from the dead of night | |
hollow from the breath of my prayers now lost | |
burning fevers | |
in the shadows and in the embrace | |
where they stagger, where they fall, and where they lay | |
where the rains, won' t wash away | |
because as I burn what I feel as I sink into the killing fields | |
the prevail is running you out of time | |
while you wither, while death walks beside | |
Arise | |
From Your Grave | |
Arise | |
where the black rains | |
falling upon | |
the everlasting to all of our losses | |
calling from the dead of night | |
hollow from the breath of my prayers now lost | |
the sweetness holding the salt | |
to the serpents tongue, seconds before the fall | |
keeping heads above the frey and keeping hell one heart beat away | |
Arise | |
From Your Grave | |
Arise | |
From Your Grave | |
Arise | |
Arise | |
From Your Grave | |
Arise | |
Arise | |
From Your Grave |
zuò qǔ : Absence, Joseph, Pintaville ... | |
the bitter wind drifts | |
through the apparition | |
a sleep that heavies the neck through the noose | |
a stretch of song | |
and deep in this shallow grave | |
burning bitter and bleak from this whimpered taste | |
of your weakness | |
fallen so low | |
sunken deep and black from this broken vow | |
of your weakness | |
fallen so low | |
sunken deep and black from this broken vow | |
Arise | |
From Your Grave | |
Arise | |
where the black rains | |
falling upon | |
the everlasting to all of our losses | |
calling from the dead of night | |
hollow from the breath of my prayers now lost | |
burning fevers | |
in the shadows and in the embrace | |
where they stagger, where they fall, and where they lay | |
where the rains, won' t wash away | |
because as I burn what I feel as I sink into the killing fields | |
the prevail is running you out of time | |
while you wither, while death walks beside | |
Arise | |
From Your Grave | |
Arise | |
where the black rains | |
falling upon | |
the everlasting to all of our losses | |
calling from the dead of night | |
hollow from the breath of my prayers now lost | |
the sweetness holding the salt | |
to the serpents tongue, seconds before the fall | |
keeping heads above the frey and keeping hell one heart beat away | |
Arise | |
From Your Grave | |
Arise | |
From Your Grave | |
Arise | |
Arise | |
From Your Grave | |
Arise | |
Arise | |
From Your Grave |