歌曲 | Wholly Night |
歌手 | Arsis |
专辑 | A Celebration of Guilt |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Malone | |
As the moon creeps forth to pierce the clouds | |
And it's lights embraced by a single howl | |
This graveyard dream was brought to life | |
With the breath of jealous winds | |
Shackled, bound, torched by the light | |
A thousand angels torn from flight | |
Longing for heaven's dark cursed | |
With I to guide the Cain-drawn hearse | |
This hate within its eyes, for a faith that often lies | |
From tears of mourning cries be torn | |
The beast is born wholly of night | |
Anticipation of the madness to come | |
Lowly angel flesh undone | |
Longing for heaven's dark curse | |
With I to guide the Cain-drawn hearse | |
A wielder of sickness marching on | |
A flame in the name of the blackest dawn | |
Hear my call, your fate my curse shall befall | |
And a scream was thrown into the night | |
A bloody shade to stain pure white | |
Of the dark dreams and lifeless eyes | |
Shall be un-divine | |
And a scream was thrown into the night | |
A bloody shade to stain pure white | |
And the one crawls nearer to their cries | |
To feast the beast born wholly of night | |
Shackled, bound, torched by the light | |
A thousand angels torn from flight | |
Longing for heaven's dark cursed | |
With I to guide the Cain-drawn hearse | |
This hate within its eyes, for a faith that often lies | |
From tears of mourning cries be torn | |
The beast is born wholly of night | |
A wielder of sickness marching on | |
A flame in the name of the blackest dawn | |
Hear my call, your fate my curse shall befall |
zuo qu : Malone | |
As the moon creeps forth to pierce the clouds | |
And it' s lights embraced by a single howl | |
This graveyard dream was brought to life | |
With the breath of jealous winds | |
Shackled, bound, torched by the light | |
A thousand angels torn from flight | |
Longing for heaven' s dark cursed | |
With I to guide the Caindrawn hearse | |
This hate within its eyes, for a faith that often lies | |
From tears of mourning cries be torn | |
The beast is born wholly of night | |
Anticipation of the madness to come | |
Lowly angel flesh undone | |
Longing for heaven' s dark curse | |
With I to guide the Caindrawn hearse | |
A wielder of sickness marching on | |
A flame in the name of the blackest dawn | |
Hear my call, your fate my curse shall befall | |
And a scream was thrown into the night | |
A bloody shade to stain pure white | |
Of the dark dreams and lifeless eyes | |
Shall be undivine | |
And a scream was thrown into the night | |
A bloody shade to stain pure white | |
And the one crawls nearer to their cries | |
To feast the beast born wholly of night | |
Shackled, bound, torched by the light | |
A thousand angels torn from flight | |
Longing for heaven' s dark cursed | |
With I to guide the Caindrawn hearse | |
This hate within its eyes, for a faith that often lies | |
From tears of mourning cries be torn | |
The beast is born wholly of night | |
A wielder of sickness marching on | |
A flame in the name of the blackest dawn | |
Hear my call, your fate my curse shall befall |
zuò qǔ : Malone | |
As the moon creeps forth to pierce the clouds | |
And it' s lights embraced by a single howl | |
This graveyard dream was brought to life | |
With the breath of jealous winds | |
Shackled, bound, torched by the light | |
A thousand angels torn from flight | |
Longing for heaven' s dark cursed | |
With I to guide the Caindrawn hearse | |
This hate within its eyes, for a faith that often lies | |
From tears of mourning cries be torn | |
The beast is born wholly of night | |
Anticipation of the madness to come | |
Lowly angel flesh undone | |
Longing for heaven' s dark curse | |
With I to guide the Caindrawn hearse | |
A wielder of sickness marching on | |
A flame in the name of the blackest dawn | |
Hear my call, your fate my curse shall befall | |
And a scream was thrown into the night | |
A bloody shade to stain pure white | |
Of the dark dreams and lifeless eyes | |
Shall be undivine | |
And a scream was thrown into the night | |
A bloody shade to stain pure white | |
And the one crawls nearer to their cries | |
To feast the beast born wholly of night | |
Shackled, bound, torched by the light | |
A thousand angels torn from flight | |
Longing for heaven' s dark cursed | |
With I to guide the Caindrawn hearse | |
This hate within its eyes, for a faith that often lies | |
From tears of mourning cries be torn | |
The beast is born wholly of night | |
A wielder of sickness marching on | |
A flame in the name of the blackest dawn | |
Hear my call, your fate my curse shall befall |