Song | Slain Upon His Altar |
Artist | Anata |
Album | The Infernal Depths of Hatred |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Schälin | |
I am lost in the land | |
Of withering shadows | |
Seeking no truth | |
Finding depth in various things | |
Weak in their spirit | |
And shallow are their hearts | |
Fading away like flowers | |
Under the sun | |
And his frailty had to be shared | |
My true belief was to be declared | |
The holy man opened his heart | |
And he let me receive the blessing | |
Of his lord | |
Drink the blood, drink the blood | |
The wine is turned into the blood of Christ | |
No, I choose to spit on his face | |
Forever walk the enlightened ways | |
Died on the cross | |
Where's your kingdom now? | |
All your knowledge is worthless | |
All your efforts are in vain | |
Sanguinary | |
Blood-thirst in my nature | |
Puppets of Christ in consanguinity | |
But I cut the strings long ago | |
What does he think of now | |
When he lies slain upon his altar | |
Dripping with blood | |
With the cross stabbed through his chest | |
Just like he was stabbed in the back | |
By his blind faith | |
Chalice fall, let the bell toll! | |
Transform wine into blood of God | |
Naked-unsheltered! | |
The spirit outside the Holy Grail | |
Soul tread | |
Now for everyone to see | |
Now facing stone | |
And so is the man on the altar! |
zuo qu : Sch lin | |
I am lost in the land | |
Of withering shadows | |
Seeking no truth | |
Finding depth in various things | |
Weak in their spirit | |
And shallow are their hearts | |
Fading away like flowers | |
Under the sun | |
And his frailty had to be shared | |
My true belief was to be declared | |
The holy man opened his heart | |
And he let me receive the blessing | |
Of his lord | |
Drink the blood, drink the blood | |
The wine is turned into the blood of Christ | |
No, I choose to spit on his face | |
Forever walk the enlightened ways | |
Died on the cross | |
Where' s your kingdom now? | |
All your knowledge is worthless | |
All your efforts are in vain | |
Sanguinary | |
Bloodthirst in my nature | |
Puppets of Christ in consanguinity | |
But I cut the strings long ago | |
What does he think of now | |
When he lies slain upon his altar | |
Dripping with blood | |
With the cross stabbed through his chest | |
Just like he was stabbed in the back | |
By his blind faith | |
Chalice fall, let the bell toll! | |
Transform wine into blood of God | |
Nakedunsheltered! | |
The spirit outside the Holy Grail | |
Soul tread | |
Now for everyone to see | |
Now facing stone | |
And so is the man on the altar! |
zuò qǔ : Sch lin | |
I am lost in the land | |
Of withering shadows | |
Seeking no truth | |
Finding depth in various things | |
Weak in their spirit | |
And shallow are their hearts | |
Fading away like flowers | |
Under the sun | |
And his frailty had to be shared | |
My true belief was to be declared | |
The holy man opened his heart | |
And he let me receive the blessing | |
Of his lord | |
Drink the blood, drink the blood | |
The wine is turned into the blood of Christ | |
No, I choose to spit on his face | |
Forever walk the enlightened ways | |
Died on the cross | |
Where' s your kingdom now? | |
All your knowledge is worthless | |
All your efforts are in vain | |
Sanguinary | |
Bloodthirst in my nature | |
Puppets of Christ in consanguinity | |
But I cut the strings long ago | |
What does he think of now | |
When he lies slain upon his altar | |
Dripping with blood | |
With the cross stabbed through his chest | |
Just like he was stabbed in the back | |
By his blind faith | |
Chalice fall, let the bell toll! | |
Transform wine into blood of God | |
Nakedunsheltered! | |
The spirit outside the Holy Grail | |
Soul tread | |
Now for everyone to see | |
Now facing stone | |
And so is the man on the altar! |