歌曲 | Divide |
歌手 | The Birthday Massacre |
专辑 | Superstition |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Tides of glass, return to ash. | |
In the dawn, we follow the path away from the sun. | |
Shadows cast in wake of the past. | |
Reaching out, into the dark and out of the light. | |
Crawling underneath our feet, | |
a river running black and green | |
from the heart of the gallows tree, | |
where the future and our fate | |
will bleed into the world below. | |
Stone to bear the mountain stairs. | |
In the night, we dance with our devils and dine with the snakes. | |
The dead will stare in joy and despair | |
rising up, away from the earth, into the clouds. | |
From the eye of the Graeae we stole, | |
a truth that we can’t unknow. | |
Spinning on the threads they sew | |
in a river of the tears that flow into the world below. | |
Over, under, threads of fate. | |
Weaving patterns, soon and late. | |
As in this life, so in all things | |
the end result, the action brings. | |
The fates will divide in three. | |
A sight that we can’t unsee. | |
We’re falling to our hands and knees | |
as the past and the future bleed into the world below. |
Tides of glass, return to ash. | |
In the dawn, we follow the path away from the sun. | |
Shadows cast in wake of the past. | |
Reaching out, into the dark and out of the light. | |
Crawling underneath our feet, | |
a river running black and green | |
from the heart of the gallows tree, | |
where the future and our fate | |
will bleed into the world below. | |
Stone to bear the mountain stairs. | |
In the night, we dance with our devils and dine with the snakes. | |
The dead will stare in joy and despair | |
rising up, away from the earth, into the clouds. | |
From the eye of the Graeae we stole, | |
a truth that we can' t unknow. | |
Spinning on the threads they sew | |
in a river of the tears that flow into the world below. | |
Over, under, threads of fate. | |
Weaving patterns, soon and late. | |
As in this life, so in all things | |
the end result, the action brings. | |
The fates will divide in three. | |
A sight that we can' t unsee. | |
We' re falling to our hands and knees | |
as the past and the future bleed into the world below. |
Tides of glass, return to ash. | |
In the dawn, we follow the path away from the sun. | |
Shadows cast in wake of the past. | |
Reaching out, into the dark and out of the light. | |
Crawling underneath our feet, | |
a river running black and green | |
from the heart of the gallows tree, | |
where the future and our fate | |
will bleed into the world below. | |
Stone to bear the mountain stairs. | |
In the night, we dance with our devils and dine with the snakes. | |
The dead will stare in joy and despair | |
rising up, away from the earth, into the clouds. | |
From the eye of the Graeae we stole, | |
a truth that we can' t unknow. | |
Spinning on the threads they sew | |
in a river of the tears that flow into the world below. | |
Over, under, threads of fate. | |
Weaving patterns, soon and late. | |
As in this life, so in all things | |
the end result, the action brings. | |
The fates will divide in three. | |
A sight that we can' t unsee. | |
We' re falling to our hands and knees | |
as the past and the future bleed into the world below. |