Song | Into Purgatory |
Artist | Witchery |
Album | Restless and Dead |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Jensen | |
Chased by the hellhounds, the scavengers of death | |
This ain't no nightmare, it's the afterlife unblessed | |
The winds of the winds of redemption, blow hard of the plains | |
Hells burning landscape, lays vast, in flames | |
Engulfed in reeking pain, repent | |
The bottomless pit of hells domain | |
A swarming mass of bodies slain | |
I feel the flames so near | |
I welcome the pain that rages here | |
I have nothing to fear | |
Steaming red hot pistons, hells machine at work | |
Rusted iron sceptres, impaled the thousands burn | |
Dark and dead but glowing, the army of the damned | |
Torment the fallen mortals, from this day to the end | |
Engulfed in reeking pain, repent | |
The bottomless pit of hells domain | |
Chased by the hellhounds, hells machine at work | |
This ain't no nightmare, impaled the thousands burn | |
The winds of redemption, the army of the damned | |
Hells burning landscape, from this day to the end |
zuo qu : Jensen | |
Chased by the hellhounds, the scavengers of death | |
This ain' t no nightmare, it' s the afterlife unblessed | |
The winds of the winds of redemption, blow hard of the plains | |
Hells burning landscape, lays vast, in flames | |
Engulfed in reeking pain, repent | |
The bottomless pit of hells domain | |
A swarming mass of bodies slain | |
I feel the flames so near | |
I welcome the pain that rages here | |
I have nothing to fear | |
Steaming red hot pistons, hells machine at work | |
Rusted iron sceptres, impaled the thousands burn | |
Dark and dead but glowing, the army of the damned | |
Torment the fallen mortals, from this day to the end | |
Engulfed in reeking pain, repent | |
The bottomless pit of hells domain | |
Chased by the hellhounds, hells machine at work | |
This ain' t no nightmare, impaled the thousands burn | |
The winds of redemption, the army of the damned | |
Hells burning landscape, from this day to the end |
zuò qǔ : Jensen | |
Chased by the hellhounds, the scavengers of death | |
This ain' t no nightmare, it' s the afterlife unblessed | |
The winds of the winds of redemption, blow hard of the plains | |
Hells burning landscape, lays vast, in flames | |
Engulfed in reeking pain, repent | |
The bottomless pit of hells domain | |
A swarming mass of bodies slain | |
I feel the flames so near | |
I welcome the pain that rages here | |
I have nothing to fear | |
Steaming red hot pistons, hells machine at work | |
Rusted iron sceptres, impaled the thousands burn | |
Dark and dead but glowing, the army of the damned | |
Torment the fallen mortals, from this day to the end | |
Engulfed in reeking pain, repent | |
The bottomless pit of hells domain | |
Chased by the hellhounds, hells machine at work | |
This ain' t no nightmare, impaled the thousands burn | |
The winds of redemption, the army of the damned | |
Hells burning landscape, from this day to the end |