Song | Blood from the Air |
Artist | Coil |
Album | Horse Rotorvator |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Balance, Coil | |
A sleeping explorer, his wandering mind | |
Crossed over the border | |
A mind like a cemetery where the corpses are turning | |
Where the bodies twist deep | |
In the frozen grip of a dreamless sleep | |
Then the lowest comes up | |
Like a wreck from the depths | |
He hears night calling and has dreams of waking | |
Here in this brightness | |
That burns like slow lightning | |
He sees words burnt in ice | |
And reads that the world is a wound | |
And the body of Christ | |
Effects of the animal, animal sound effects | |
He says, "Death, he is my friend | |
He's promised me a quick end" | |
The world is in pain | |
And should be put down | |
And God is a sadist | |
And that he knows it | |
The depths of the night skies | |
Reflects in his eye | |
He says, "Everything changes | |
(Nine knives of ice) | |
And everyone dies" | |
And the night slits her veins | |
And the darkness drains | |
And the void rumbles in | |
Like an underground train | |
Forever comes closer | |
The world is in pain | |
We all must be shown, we must realise | |
That everyone changes and everything dies |
zuo ci : Balance, Coil | |
A sleeping explorer, his wandering mind | |
Crossed over the border | |
A mind like a cemetery where the corpses are turning | |
Where the bodies twist deep | |
In the frozen grip of a dreamless sleep | |
Then the lowest comes up | |
Like a wreck from the depths | |
He hears night calling and has dreams of waking | |
Here in this brightness | |
That burns like slow lightning | |
He sees words burnt in ice | |
And reads that the world is a wound | |
And the body of Christ | |
Effects of the animal, animal sound effects | |
He says, " Death, he is my friend | |
He' s promised me a quick end" | |
The world is in pain | |
And should be put down | |
And God is a sadist | |
And that he knows it | |
The depths of the night skies | |
Reflects in his eye | |
He says, " Everything changes | |
Nine knives of ice | |
And everyone dies" | |
And the night slits her veins | |
And the darkness drains | |
And the void rumbles in | |
Like an underground train | |
Forever comes closer | |
The world is in pain | |
We all must be shown, we must realise | |
That everyone changes and everything dies |
zuò cí : Balance, Coil | |
A sleeping explorer, his wandering mind | |
Crossed over the border | |
A mind like a cemetery where the corpses are turning | |
Where the bodies twist deep | |
In the frozen grip of a dreamless sleep | |
Then the lowest comes up | |
Like a wreck from the depths | |
He hears night calling and has dreams of waking | |
Here in this brightness | |
That burns like slow lightning | |
He sees words burnt in ice | |
And reads that the world is a wound | |
And the body of Christ | |
Effects of the animal, animal sound effects | |
He says, " Death, he is my friend | |
He' s promised me a quick end" | |
The world is in pain | |
And should be put down | |
And God is a sadist | |
And that he knows it | |
The depths of the night skies | |
Reflects in his eye | |
He says, " Everything changes | |
Nine knives of ice | |
And everyone dies" | |
And the night slits her veins | |
And the darkness drains | |
And the void rumbles in | |
Like an underground train | |
Forever comes closer | |
The world is in pain | |
We all must be shown, we must realise | |
That everyone changes and everything dies |