Song | Ending the Perpetual Tragedy |
Artist | Shai Hulud |
Album | That Within Blood Ill Tempered |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Fletcher, Fox, Kleisath ... | |
Hear my words that | |
I might teach you | |
Take my arms that | |
I might reach you | |
That I might reach | |
Straight for your throat | |
This is madness | |
Will we not be satisfied | |
Until we sit drenched in each other's blood? | |
The shame of only two appalling options | |
A taker of life, of a dead man | |
This is why the wives, the mothers, and children are mourning | |
Love, as vital to life as blood to heart | |
Conquers pain | |
Lest death intrudes by means of it's | |
Flawed emissary, man | |
On this day, saints will be sinners | |
There will be no victors, only bereaved | |
This is why we morn | |
Leaving the world blind, eye after eye | |
Disease inhabits the environs | |
Famine feeds our gardens | |
Flesh is predisposed to die | |
Death needs no aide | |
We bear blood to where we rest | |
And still we are not sleepless | |
And we will live such tragedy in perpetuity | |
Her loved one is dead | |
His loved one is dead | |
My loved one is dead | |
Your loved one is dead | |
This is a tragedy |
zuo qu : Fletcher, Fox, Kleisath ... | |
Hear my words that | |
I might teach you | |
Take my arms that | |
I might reach you | |
That I might reach | |
Straight for your throat | |
This is madness | |
Will we not be satisfied | |
Until we sit drenched in each other' s blood? | |
The shame of only two appalling options | |
A taker of life, of a dead man | |
This is why the wives, the mothers, and children are mourning | |
Love, as vital to life as blood to heart | |
Conquers pain | |
Lest death intrudes by means of it' s | |
Flawed emissary, man | |
On this day, saints will be sinners | |
There will be no victors, only bereaved | |
This is why we morn | |
Leaving the world blind, eye after eye | |
Disease inhabits the environs | |
Famine feeds our gardens | |
Flesh is predisposed to die | |
Death needs no aide | |
We bear blood to where we rest | |
And still we are not sleepless | |
And we will live such tragedy in perpetuity | |
Her loved one is dead | |
His loved one is dead | |
My loved one is dead | |
Your loved one is dead | |
This is a tragedy |
zuò qǔ : Fletcher, Fox, Kleisath ... | |
Hear my words that | |
I might teach you | |
Take my arms that | |
I might reach you | |
That I might reach | |
Straight for your throat | |
This is madness | |
Will we not be satisfied | |
Until we sit drenched in each other' s blood? | |
The shame of only two appalling options | |
A taker of life, of a dead man | |
This is why the wives, the mothers, and children are mourning | |
Love, as vital to life as blood to heart | |
Conquers pain | |
Lest death intrudes by means of it' s | |
Flawed emissary, man | |
On this day, saints will be sinners | |
There will be no victors, only bereaved | |
This is why we morn | |
Leaving the world blind, eye after eye | |
Disease inhabits the environs | |
Famine feeds our gardens | |
Flesh is predisposed to die | |
Death needs no aide | |
We bear blood to where we rest | |
And still we are not sleepless | |
And we will live such tragedy in perpetuity | |
Her loved one is dead | |
His loved one is dead | |
My loved one is dead | |
Your loved one is dead | |
This is a tragedy |