歌曲 | The End Of A Dark Campaign |
歌手 | Oh, Sleeper |
专辑 | When I Am God |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Kinard, Oh Sleeper | |
I've been hit! | |
Oh My God! | |
Oh My God! | |
The ground burst and cold soaks my shirt. | |
Send word! | |
The claret river forms at my boots with a flash and rain of dirt, | |
I've been met for the hundredth time. | |
Call the medic. | |
This wounds meant to cripple! | |
Run! The red crest on his head and a choice off his lips. | |
He sat never once phased. | |
While I'm open and spilling! | |
Is this the end? | |
Am I a sheep for the slaughter? | |
Am I just a sheep for the slaughter? | |
Oh, no! Oh | |
Death, must you reap one more? | |
Medic! I've been hit! | |
Oh my God! | |
Oh my God! | |
The ground burst and cold....send word! | |
The claret river forms and pools over my head. | |
And for a moment | |
I'm submerged in the lake, and a sparks birth could not be heard. | |
All night the thunder of war raged and it finally seemed as if | |
I had met the eye. | |
With fights more lost than won | |
I walk away with one trophy. | |
A thousand scars on my own chest, only to realize nowhere else was | |
I hit. But then with | |
Your grip gloved by mercy, | |
I was wrenched back to the storm! | |
Lay dead or charge the line! | |
Another patch wont do! | |
Cut it from my chest, and begin this run. |
zuo qu : Kinard, Oh Sleeper | |
I' ve been hit! | |
Oh My God! | |
Oh My God! | |
The ground burst and cold soaks my shirt. | |
Send word! | |
The claret river forms at my boots with a flash and rain of dirt, | |
I' ve been met for the hundredth time. | |
Call the medic. | |
This wounds meant to cripple! | |
Run! The red crest on his head and a choice off his lips. | |
He sat never once phased. | |
While I' m open and spilling! | |
Is this the end? | |
Am I a sheep for the slaughter? | |
Am I just a sheep for the slaughter? | |
Oh, no! Oh | |
Death, must you reap one more? | |
Medic! I' ve been hit! | |
Oh my God! | |
Oh my God! | |
The ground burst and cold.... send word! | |
The claret river forms and pools over my head. | |
And for a moment | |
I' m submerged in the lake, and a sparks birth could not be heard. | |
All night the thunder of war raged and it finally seemed as if | |
I had met the eye. | |
With fights more lost than won | |
I walk away with one trophy. | |
A thousand scars on my own chest, only to realize nowhere else was | |
I hit. But then with | |
Your grip gloved by mercy, | |
I was wrenched back to the storm! | |
Lay dead or charge the line! | |
Another patch wont do! | |
Cut it from my chest, and begin this run. |
zuò qǔ : Kinard, Oh Sleeper | |
I' ve been hit! | |
Oh My God! | |
Oh My God! | |
The ground burst and cold soaks my shirt. | |
Send word! | |
The claret river forms at my boots with a flash and rain of dirt, | |
I' ve been met for the hundredth time. | |
Call the medic. | |
This wounds meant to cripple! | |
Run! The red crest on his head and a choice off his lips. | |
He sat never once phased. | |
While I' m open and spilling! | |
Is this the end? | |
Am I a sheep for the slaughter? | |
Am I just a sheep for the slaughter? | |
Oh, no! Oh | |
Death, must you reap one more? | |
Medic! I' ve been hit! | |
Oh my God! | |
Oh my God! | |
The ground burst and cold.... send word! | |
The claret river forms and pools over my head. | |
And for a moment | |
I' m submerged in the lake, and a sparks birth could not be heard. | |
All night the thunder of war raged and it finally seemed as if | |
I had met the eye. | |
With fights more lost than won | |
I walk away with one trophy. | |
A thousand scars on my own chest, only to realize nowhere else was | |
I hit. But then with | |
Your grip gloved by mercy, | |
I was wrenched back to the storm! | |
Lay dead or charge the line! | |
Another patch wont do! | |
Cut it from my chest, and begin this run. |