Song | Wretched Face Of Evil |
Artist | Aura Noir |
Album | Black Thrash Attack |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Aggressor, Apollyon ... | |
Coiled embalmed | |
wretched face of evil | |
Lies sinned and furied, in spite of it's glory | |
All matters sewn into one prophet | |
I nail this one seed, and crawl back through it's onset | |
Winged lashes - vast essence | |
Dead skin holds the poet | |
A simple red mask keeps the rain from the sunset | |
A triangular wave left me covered with lies | |
Essential for it's beauty as the shepherd dies | |
All - fallen enslaved | |
All - vanished awoken | |
It's eyes may seem dreamy but soon lies a token | |
That buries three hearts, six feathers | |
- One oaken | |
To crack self-made concepts | |
To hold one great feast | |
A soak-wet cold fairy gave birth to the beast | |
My sins turns to flowers as the rain turns to dust | |
Please shower my mind in your ghostlike lust | |
...it's a fistful must... |
zuo qu : Aggressor, Apollyon ... | |
Coiled embalmed | |
wretched face of evil | |
Lies sinned and furied, in spite of it' s glory | |
All matters sewn into one prophet | |
I nail this one seed, and crawl back through it' s onset | |
Winged lashes vast essence | |
Dead skin holds the poet | |
A simple red mask keeps the rain from the sunset | |
A triangular wave left me covered with lies | |
Essential for it' s beauty as the shepherd dies | |
All fallen enslaved | |
All vanished awoken | |
It' s eyes may seem dreamy but soon lies a token | |
That buries three hearts, six feathers | |
One oaken | |
To crack selfmade concepts | |
To hold one great feast | |
A soakwet cold fairy gave birth to the beast | |
My sins turns to flowers as the rain turns to dust | |
Please shower my mind in your ghostlike lust | |
... it' s a fistful must... |
zuò qǔ : Aggressor, Apollyon ... | |
Coiled embalmed | |
wretched face of evil | |
Lies sinned and furied, in spite of it' s glory | |
All matters sewn into one prophet | |
I nail this one seed, and crawl back through it' s onset | |
Winged lashes vast essence | |
Dead skin holds the poet | |
A simple red mask keeps the rain from the sunset | |
A triangular wave left me covered with lies | |
Essential for it' s beauty as the shepherd dies | |
All fallen enslaved | |
All vanished awoken | |
It' s eyes may seem dreamy but soon lies a token | |
That buries three hearts, six feathers | |
One oaken | |
To crack selfmade concepts | |
To hold one great feast | |
A soakwet cold fairy gave birth to the beast | |
My sins turns to flowers as the rain turns to dust | |
Please shower my mind in your ghostlike lust | |
... it' s a fistful must... |