Song | Agony Wagon |
Artist | Legendary Shack Shakers |
Album | Believe |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Wilkes | |
What evil star burns bright my old flame | |
And wilted my rose of Jericho | |
Whose glare killed the prayer last parted from her lips | |
And lit the path to churchyards untold? | |
The pitter and the patter of her dance once whirled away | |
The eve like a dream of youthful bloom | |
But now the iron clatter of my godforsaken woe | |
Echoes ancient tones of shackled doom | |
Oh, I'll ride this agony wagon | |
Forever to heaven or to hell | |
I'll ride this agony wagon | |
My bones are damned to roam these rusty rails | |
Rusty rails | |
Oh, I'll ride this agony wagon | |
Forever to heaven or to hell | |
I'll ride this agony wagon | |
My bones are damned to roam these rusty rails | |
Rusty rails | |
What unholy haint rakes the devil's lyre | |
And dumbs the din of joy bells in my soul | |
Who in silent gloom arrives snapping thicket underfoot | |
In moonless mist to light my carriage coals? | |
So into the shady dank of St. Jude's garden stairs | |
East of the sun and west of the moon | |
Where her secret crypt of nightshade is shut inside his mind | |
Locked tighter than a toddler in a tomb | |
Oh, I'll ride this agony wagon | |
Forever to heaven or to hell | |
I'll ride this agony wagon | |
My bones are damned to roam these rusty rails | |
Rusty rails |
zuo ci : Wilkes | |
What evil star burns bright my old flame | |
And wilted my rose of Jericho | |
Whose glare killed the prayer last parted from her lips | |
And lit the path to churchyards untold? | |
The pitter and the patter of her dance once whirled away | |
The eve like a dream of youthful bloom | |
But now the iron clatter of my godforsaken woe | |
Echoes ancient tones of shackled doom | |
Oh, I' ll ride this agony wagon | |
Forever to heaven or to hell | |
I' ll ride this agony wagon | |
My bones are damned to roam these rusty rails | |
Rusty rails | |
Oh, I' ll ride this agony wagon | |
Forever to heaven or to hell | |
I' ll ride this agony wagon | |
My bones are damned to roam these rusty rails | |
Rusty rails | |
What unholy haint rakes the devil' s lyre | |
And dumbs the din of joy bells in my soul | |
Who in silent gloom arrives snapping thicket underfoot | |
In moonless mist to light my carriage coals? | |
So into the shady dank of St. Jude' s garden stairs | |
East of the sun and west of the moon | |
Where her secret crypt of nightshade is shut inside his mind | |
Locked tighter than a toddler in a tomb | |
Oh, I' ll ride this agony wagon | |
Forever to heaven or to hell | |
I' ll ride this agony wagon | |
My bones are damned to roam these rusty rails | |
Rusty rails |
zuò cí : Wilkes | |
What evil star burns bright my old flame | |
And wilted my rose of Jericho | |
Whose glare killed the prayer last parted from her lips | |
And lit the path to churchyards untold? | |
The pitter and the patter of her dance once whirled away | |
The eve like a dream of youthful bloom | |
But now the iron clatter of my godforsaken woe | |
Echoes ancient tones of shackled doom | |
Oh, I' ll ride this agony wagon | |
Forever to heaven or to hell | |
I' ll ride this agony wagon | |
My bones are damned to roam these rusty rails | |
Rusty rails | |
Oh, I' ll ride this agony wagon | |
Forever to heaven or to hell | |
I' ll ride this agony wagon | |
My bones are damned to roam these rusty rails | |
Rusty rails | |
What unholy haint rakes the devil' s lyre | |
And dumbs the din of joy bells in my soul | |
Who in silent gloom arrives snapping thicket underfoot | |
In moonless mist to light my carriage coals? | |
So into the shady dank of St. Jude' s garden stairs | |
East of the sun and west of the moon | |
Where her secret crypt of nightshade is shut inside his mind | |
Locked tighter than a toddler in a tomb | |
Oh, I' ll ride this agony wagon | |
Forever to heaven or to hell | |
I' ll ride this agony wagon | |
My bones are damned to roam these rusty rails | |
Rusty rails |