Song | Nocturnal Fist |
Artist | Cathedral |
Album | The VIIth Coming |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Dixon, Dorrian, Jennings, Smee | |
Riding this blackened life, this odyssey | |
Searching for the keys that set you free | |
From emptiness, futility, mountain of strength ? you can be | |
Stop hiding in the void, come ride with me | |
In the darkest hour, wear your crown of stars | |
Pain and funeral power strengthens your black heart | |
Reading through the lines that square you in | |
Believing in yourself, your only sin | |
A routine life of sheep in line, stand out child, | |
You will shine | |
In darkness you alone can be divine | |
In your darkest hour you are made of stars | |
Pain and funeral power strengthens your balck heart | |
Black odyssey, a search to be free | |
Look for the keys, come ride with me | |
See through the lies with funreal insight | |
Then you will shine in darkness divine | |
Raising a fist to nocturnal skies | |
Slaying through the mist that clouds your eyes | |
Senses alive, see through their lies | |
Death routine nine to five | |
Screaming awake to life as the world dies. |
zuo ci : Dixon, Dorrian, Jennings, Smee | |
Riding this blackened life, this odyssey | |
Searching for the keys that set you free | |
From emptiness, futility, mountain of strength ? you can be | |
Stop hiding in the void, come ride with me | |
In the darkest hour, wear your crown of stars | |
Pain and funeral power strengthens your black heart | |
Reading through the lines that square you in | |
Believing in yourself, your only sin | |
A routine life of sheep in line, stand out child, | |
You will shine | |
In darkness you alone can be divine | |
In your darkest hour you are made of stars | |
Pain and funeral power strengthens your balck heart | |
Black odyssey, a search to be free | |
Look for the keys, come ride with me | |
See through the lies with funreal insight | |
Then you will shine in darkness divine | |
Raising a fist to nocturnal skies | |
Slaying through the mist that clouds your eyes | |
Senses alive, see through their lies | |
Death routine nine to five | |
Screaming awake to life as the world dies. |
zuò cí : Dixon, Dorrian, Jennings, Smee | |
Riding this blackened life, this odyssey | |
Searching for the keys that set you free | |
From emptiness, futility, mountain of strength ? you can be | |
Stop hiding in the void, come ride with me | |
In the darkest hour, wear your crown of stars | |
Pain and funeral power strengthens your black heart | |
Reading through the lines that square you in | |
Believing in yourself, your only sin | |
A routine life of sheep in line, stand out child, | |
You will shine | |
In darkness you alone can be divine | |
In your darkest hour you are made of stars | |
Pain and funeral power strengthens your balck heart | |
Black odyssey, a search to be free | |
Look for the keys, come ride with me | |
See through the lies with funreal insight | |
Then you will shine in darkness divine | |
Raising a fist to nocturnal skies | |
Slaying through the mist that clouds your eyes | |
Senses alive, see through their lies | |
Death routine nine to five | |
Screaming awake to life as the world dies. |