歌曲 | Mask of the Red Death |
歌手 | Samael |
专辑 | Ceremony of Opposites |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Samael | |
作词 : Samael | |
Sickness born with life | |
She is careful and patient shadow | |
Man's faithful enemy | |
Unceasingly transformed, rebaptized | |
Behind a different mask | |
I know it's always the same face, | |
Always the same eyes greedy for agony | |
Always the same compassionate ears | |
Listening to our moans, | |
To our heartbeats | |
Passive and disinterested | |
Like an infidel wife | |
This cold and wet mouth | |
Will give us the very last kiss | |
Death is red | |
For those who experience her torments | |
Bound to death like a daughter to her mother | |
She gives her mass graves overflowing | |
Of sketched life, of projects and hopes | |
What's good to see her so active | |
Abandoned, in the arms of another plague | |
Humanity slowly disappears | |
Someone prays, some others cry | |
What's good to see her so active |
zuo qu : Samael | |
zuo ci : Samael | |
Sickness born with life | |
She is careful and patient shadow | |
Man' s faithful enemy | |
Unceasingly transformed, rebaptized | |
Behind a different mask | |
I know it' s always the same face, | |
Always the same eyes greedy for agony | |
Always the same compassionate ears | |
Listening to our moans, | |
To our heartbeats | |
Passive and disinterested | |
Like an infidel wife | |
This cold and wet mouth | |
Will give us the very last kiss | |
Death is red | |
For those who experience her torments | |
Bound to death like a daughter to her mother | |
She gives her mass graves overflowing | |
Of sketched life, of projects and hopes | |
What' s good to see her so active | |
Abandoned, in the arms of another plague | |
Humanity slowly disappears | |
Someone prays, some others cry | |
What' s good to see her so active |
zuò qǔ : Samael | |
zuò cí : Samael | |
Sickness born with life | |
She is careful and patient shadow | |
Man' s faithful enemy | |
Unceasingly transformed, rebaptized | |
Behind a different mask | |
I know it' s always the same face, | |
Always the same eyes greedy for agony | |
Always the same compassionate ears | |
Listening to our moans, | |
To our heartbeats | |
Passive and disinterested | |
Like an infidel wife | |
This cold and wet mouth | |
Will give us the very last kiss | |
Death is red | |
For those who experience her torments | |
Bound to death like a daughter to her mother | |
She gives her mass graves overflowing | |
Of sketched life, of projects and hopes | |
What' s good to see her so active | |
Abandoned, in the arms of another plague | |
Humanity slowly disappears | |
Someone prays, some others cry | |
What' s good to see her so active |