Song | Shame of the Creator |
Artist | Hate |
Album | Cain's Way |
作曲 : Adam The First Sinner ... | |
Your shame that you feel as a knife stabbed (after os many years of failure and remorse) | |
Never left your holy mind and it's been growing in strength | |
Die from regret - with no respect | |
From world you created so bad | |
Nothing is forgiven, no one will forget | |
While experience every day your work | |
I summon you to touch - tears of the tortured who fall at your feet | |
Here, down in this world - built on a debris of that happiness of | |
Eden We are drifted here by your will - just to wait for death in tranquillity and grief | |
Feeling tried and bruised - with the bitterest taste of the destiny's disgrace | |
I don't look for your forgiveness | |
Your lips are dripping weak excuse | |
My answer is mercilessness | |
I despite your forgiveness | |
I summon you to see - tears of the tortured who fall at your feet | |
Here, down in this world - built on a debris of that happiness of | |
Eden We are drifted here by your will - just to wait for death in tranquillity and grief | |
Feeling tried and bruised - with the bitterest taste of the destiny's disgrace |
zuò qǔ : Adam The First Sinner ... | |
Your shame that you feel as a knife stabbed after os many years of failure and remorse | |
Never left your holy mind and it' s been growing in strength | |
Die from regret with no respect | |
From world you created so bad | |
Nothing is forgiven, no one will forget | |
While experience every day your work | |
I summon you to touch tears of the tortured who fall at your feet | |
Here, down in this world built on a debris of that happiness of | |
Eden We are drifted here by your will just to wait for death in tranquillity and grief | |
Feeling tried and bruised with the bitterest taste of the destiny' s disgrace | |
I don' t look for your forgiveness | |
Your lips are dripping weak excuse | |
My answer is mercilessness | |
I despite your forgiveness | |
I summon you to see tears of the tortured who fall at your feet | |
Here, down in this world built on a debris of that happiness of | |
Eden We are drifted here by your will just to wait for death in tranquillity and grief | |
Feeling tried and bruised with the bitterest taste of the destiny' s disgrace |