Song | Black Sun |
Artist | Dead Can Dance |
Album | 16th March, 2005: France, Lille |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Dead Can Dance | |
Murderer, man of fire | |
MurdererI've seen the eyes of living dead | |
It's the same game, survival | |
The great mass play a waiting game | |
Embalmed, crippled, dying in fear of pain | |
All sense of freedom gone | |
Black sun in a white world | |
Like having a black son | |
In a white world | |
I have a son | |
His name is | |
EdenIt's his birthright | |
Beyond estranged time | |
Give me 69 years | |
Another season in this hell | |
It's all sex and death | |
As far as | |
I can tell | |
Like Prometheus, we are bound | |
Chained to this rock | |
Of a brave new world | |
Our godforsaken lot | |
And I feel that's all | |
We've ever needed to know' | |
Til worlds end | |
And the seas run cold | |
Give me 69 years | |
Another season in this hell | |
There is sex and death | |
In Mother | |
Nature's plans | |
Like Prometheus, we are bound | |
Chained to this rock | |
Of a brave new world | |
Our godforsaken lot |
zuo ci : Dead Can Dance | |
Murderer, man of fire | |
MurdererI' ve seen the eyes of living dead | |
It' s the same game, survival | |
The great mass play a waiting game | |
Embalmed, crippled, dying in fear of pain | |
All sense of freedom gone | |
Black sun in a white world | |
Like having a black son | |
In a white world | |
I have a son | |
His name is | |
EdenIt' s his birthright | |
Beyond estranged time | |
Give me 69 years | |
Another season in this hell | |
It' s all sex and death | |
As far as | |
I can tell | |
Like Prometheus, we are bound | |
Chained to this rock | |
Of a brave new world | |
Our godforsaken lot | |
And I feel that' s all | |
We' ve ever needed to know' | |
Til worlds end | |
And the seas run cold | |
Give me 69 years | |
Another season in this hell | |
There is sex and death | |
In Mother | |
Nature' s plans | |
Like Prometheus, we are bound | |
Chained to this rock | |
Of a brave new world | |
Our godforsaken lot |
zuò cí : Dead Can Dance | |
Murderer, man of fire | |
MurdererI' ve seen the eyes of living dead | |
It' s the same game, survival | |
The great mass play a waiting game | |
Embalmed, crippled, dying in fear of pain | |
All sense of freedom gone | |
Black sun in a white world | |
Like having a black son | |
In a white world | |
I have a son | |
His name is | |
EdenIt' s his birthright | |
Beyond estranged time | |
Give me 69 years | |
Another season in this hell | |
It' s all sex and death | |
As far as | |
I can tell | |
Like Prometheus, we are bound | |
Chained to this rock | |
Of a brave new world | |
Our godforsaken lot | |
And I feel that' s all | |
We' ve ever needed to know' | |
Til worlds end | |
And the seas run cold | |
Give me 69 years | |
Another season in this hell | |
There is sex and death | |
In Mother | |
Nature' s plans | |
Like Prometheus, we are bound | |
Chained to this rock | |
Of a brave new world | |
Our godforsaken lot |