作曲 : Jorgen, Klas, Robert | |
Falling from heaven, into a sleep | |
Dirty little angels, is looking at me | |
God ripped out my eyes, he closed the door to heaven | |
He gave me wings to fly, and made me taste the human blood | |
Can you see the blood, falling from her eyes | |
Don't you feel the mistress, of the crimson sky | |
Come here fly with me, and | |
I will show you tricks | |
Invite the dead into your dreams | |
And watch out for that crucifix | |
Falling from heaven, into a sleep | |
Dirty little angles, is looking at me | |
Just look away | |
God ripped out my eyes, he closed the door to heaven | |
He gave me wings to fly, and made me taste the human blood |
zuo qu : Jorgen, Klas, Robert | |
Falling from heaven, into a sleep | |
Dirty little angels, is looking at me | |
God ripped out my eyes, he closed the door to heaven | |
He gave me wings to fly, and made me taste the human blood | |
Can you see the blood, falling from her eyes | |
Don' t you feel the mistress, of the crimson sky | |
Come here fly with me, and | |
I will show you tricks | |
Invite the dead into your dreams | |
And watch out for that crucifix | |
Falling from heaven, into a sleep | |
Dirty little angles, is looking at me | |
Just look away | |
God ripped out my eyes, he closed the door to heaven | |
He gave me wings to fly, and made me taste the human blood |
zuò qǔ : Jorgen, Klas, Robert | |
Falling from heaven, into a sleep | |
Dirty little angels, is looking at me | |
God ripped out my eyes, he closed the door to heaven | |
He gave me wings to fly, and made me taste the human blood | |
Can you see the blood, falling from her eyes | |
Don' t you feel the mistress, of the crimson sky | |
Come here fly with me, and | |
I will show you tricks | |
Invite the dead into your dreams | |
And watch out for that crucifix | |
Falling from heaven, into a sleep | |
Dirty little angles, is looking at me | |
Just look away | |
God ripped out my eyes, he closed the door to heaven | |
He gave me wings to fly, and made me taste the human blood |