歌曲 | Commissioned By Kings |
歌手 | Oh, Sleeper |
专辑 | Son Of The Morning |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Kinard, Oh Sleeper | |
Give me your eyes so | |
I can see through fire | |
Give me your strength so | |
I can stand so strong | |
Now we walk on leathered skin to freedom | |
The tempest roars, but | |
I am fearless | |
With each step | |
I crack and stretch, and each breath is a sting to my chest | |
Oh God, will this push bring purity, will this push bring purity or | |
Bring out the dead, bring out the dead | |
Bring out what you will have bow down | |
Bring out the dead, bring out the dead | |
Bring out what you will have bow down, they will bow down | |
They’re climbing, climbing through soil and dirt | |
They have my scent, but you can stop them | |
I’m sure Yes, | |
I can best even the devil himself, but your pride has just made it worse | |
What writhing spite is unearthing here? | |
Why choose the prodigals, a band of cowards, to hoist your banner of love for the world to the slaughter? | |
It’s just a crack, the smallest of flaws | |
Your legs have now failed you to crawl | |
From the dirt, insurgent to warning, from lion to nothing at all | |
Look and see, you’re feeble and weak for your body fights only your heart | |
Call to me, and unleash the strength | |
Your soul will begin to roar | |
Give me your eyes so | |
I can see through fire | |
Give me your strength so | |
I can stand so strong | |
I breathe in your light, and like fire my colors now light | |
Though outnumbered by lines, we’ll stay and fight | |
When we reach the gates, all you’ll hear us say is | |
Bring out the dead, bring out the dead | |
Bring out what you will have bow down | |
Bring out the dead, bring out the dead | |
Bring out what you will have bow down, they will bow down |
zuo qu : Kinard, Oh Sleeper | |
Give me your eyes so | |
I can see through fire | |
Give me your strength so | |
I can stand so strong | |
Now we walk on leathered skin to freedom | |
The tempest roars, but | |
I am fearless | |
With each step | |
I crack and stretch, and each breath is a sting to my chest | |
Oh God, will this push bring purity, will this push bring purity or | |
Bring out the dead, bring out the dead | |
Bring out what you will have bow down | |
Bring out the dead, bring out the dead | |
Bring out what you will have bow down, they will bow down | |
They' re climbing, climbing through soil and dirt | |
They have my scent, but you can stop them | |
I' m sure Yes, | |
I can best even the devil himself, but your pride has just made it worse | |
What writhing spite is unearthing here? | |
Why choose the prodigals, a band of cowards, to hoist your banner of love for the world to the slaughter? | |
It' s just a crack, the smallest of flaws | |
Your legs have now failed you to crawl | |
From the dirt, insurgent to warning, from lion to nothing at all | |
Look and see, you' re feeble and weak for your body fights only your heart | |
Call to me, and unleash the strength | |
Your soul will begin to roar | |
Give me your eyes so | |
I can see through fire | |
Give me your strength so | |
I can stand so strong | |
I breathe in your light, and like fire my colors now light | |
Though outnumbered by lines, we' ll stay and fight | |
When we reach the gates, all you' ll hear us say is | |
Bring out the dead, bring out the dead | |
Bring out what you will have bow down | |
Bring out the dead, bring out the dead | |
Bring out what you will have bow down, they will bow down |
zuò qǔ : Kinard, Oh Sleeper | |
Give me your eyes so | |
I can see through fire | |
Give me your strength so | |
I can stand so strong | |
Now we walk on leathered skin to freedom | |
The tempest roars, but | |
I am fearless | |
With each step | |
I crack and stretch, and each breath is a sting to my chest | |
Oh God, will this push bring purity, will this push bring purity or | |
Bring out the dead, bring out the dead | |
Bring out what you will have bow down | |
Bring out the dead, bring out the dead | |
Bring out what you will have bow down, they will bow down | |
They' re climbing, climbing through soil and dirt | |
They have my scent, but you can stop them | |
I' m sure Yes, | |
I can best even the devil himself, but your pride has just made it worse | |
What writhing spite is unearthing here? | |
Why choose the prodigals, a band of cowards, to hoist your banner of love for the world to the slaughter? | |
It' s just a crack, the smallest of flaws | |
Your legs have now failed you to crawl | |
From the dirt, insurgent to warning, from lion to nothing at all | |
Look and see, you' re feeble and weak for your body fights only your heart | |
Call to me, and unleash the strength | |
Your soul will begin to roar | |
Give me your eyes so | |
I can see through fire | |
Give me your strength so | |
I can stand so strong | |
I breathe in your light, and like fire my colors now light | |
Though outnumbered by lines, we' ll stay and fight | |
When we reach the gates, all you' ll hear us say is | |
Bring out the dead, bring out the dead | |
Bring out what you will have bow down | |
Bring out the dead, bring out the dead | |
Bring out what you will have bow down, they will bow down |