Song | Vagrant God |
Artist | Funeral |
Album | From These Wounds |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Ottersen, Ottersen |
[00:29.07] | No one could deem this an end |
[00:34.96] | Yet there is no grave for you to tend |
[00:41.83] | The feathers fell to dark intrigue |
[00:48.44] | A tell-tale praise - a solemn need |
[00:56.16] | Reconciled with torment fraught |
[00:59.02] | Swallowed down the throat of nought |
[01:02.54] | Your hands lay bleeding with regret |
[01:05.70] | The night when angels sorely wept |
[01:36.81] | The manic sea of smothered cries |
[01:39.95] | Ran in his blood, poured in his eyes |
[01:43.26] | Yet the unrest would pine away |
[01:46.72] | In solitude where death holds sway |
[02:19.96] | So this is how credence declines |
[02:24.53] | All words come down and laughter pines |
[02:31.22] | A vagrant god released from debt |
[02:38.22] | Discouraged yet - who will forget? |
[03:40.33] | Their failing stare - despondency |
[03:47.05] | The nature of his entity |
[03:53.94] | The heartfelt warmth of which they sought |
[04:00.40] | To brace comfort, he shelters not |
[04:08.16] | Black rivers dug into the earth |
[04:14.46] | Bearing out the human worth |
[04:21.55] | He owns no awe, no love to crave |
[04:27.89] | Only his death would have them saved |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Ottersen, Ottersen |
[00:29.07] | No one could deem this an end |
[00:34.96] | Yet there is no grave for you to tend |
[00:41.83] | The feathers fell to dark intrigue |
[00:48.44] | A telltale praise a solemn need |
[00:56.16] | Reconciled with torment fraught |
[00:59.02] | Swallowed down the throat of nought |
[01:02.54] | Your hands lay bleeding with regret |
[01:05.70] | The night when angels sorely wept |
[01:36.81] | The manic sea of smothered cries |
[01:39.95] | Ran in his blood, poured in his eyes |
[01:43.26] | Yet the unrest would pine away |
[01:46.72] | In solitude where death holds sway |
[02:19.96] | So this is how credence declines |
[02:24.53] | All words come down and laughter pines |
[02:31.22] | A vagrant god released from debt |
[02:38.22] | Discouraged yet who will forget? |
[03:40.33] | Their failing stare despondency |
[03:47.05] | The nature of his entity |
[03:53.94] | The heartfelt warmth of which they sought |
[04:00.40] | To brace comfort, he shelters not |
[04:08.16] | Black rivers dug into the earth |
[04:14.46] | Bearing out the human worth |
[04:21.55] | He owns no awe, no love to crave |
[04:27.89] | Only his death would have them saved |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Ottersen, Ottersen |
[00:29.07] | No one could deem this an end |
[00:34.96] | Yet there is no grave for you to tend |
[00:41.83] | The feathers fell to dark intrigue |
[00:48.44] | A telltale praise a solemn need |
[00:56.16] | Reconciled with torment fraught |
[00:59.02] | Swallowed down the throat of nought |
[01:02.54] | Your hands lay bleeding with regret |
[01:05.70] | The night when angels sorely wept |
[01:36.81] | The manic sea of smothered cries |
[01:39.95] | Ran in his blood, poured in his eyes |
[01:43.26] | Yet the unrest would pine away |
[01:46.72] | In solitude where death holds sway |
[02:19.96] | So this is how credence declines |
[02:24.53] | All words come down and laughter pines |
[02:31.22] | A vagrant god released from debt |
[02:38.22] | Discouraged yet who will forget? |
[03:40.33] | Their failing stare despondency |
[03:47.05] | The nature of his entity |
[03:53.94] | The heartfelt warmth of which they sought |
[04:00.40] | To brace comfort, he shelters not |
[04:08.16] | Black rivers dug into the earth |
[04:14.46] | Bearing out the human worth |
[04:21.55] | He owns no awe, no love to crave |
[04:27.89] | Only his death would have them saved |