Song | Man or Ash |
Artist | Corrosion of Conformity |
Album | Wiseblood |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Dean, Keenan | |
Far from reach, how the serpents preach | |
Life is a sin when the shepherds are breeding | |
In the quiet place force your mind to erase | |
As the people pray to the distant drummer | |
These are primitive times | |
These are primitive | |
These are primitive times | |
No care, no less divine, surpass be it man or | |
Ashes cover the man, which the decades demand | |
And paves the way for the sick and the dying | |
The devil hides his tail behind the virgin's veil | |
So the dead can dance to a distant drummer | |
These are primitive times | |
These are primitive | |
These are primitive times | |
No care, no less divine, surpass be it man or | |
Ashes fall like rain as the blind go insane | |
The shepherds fall to the feet of their martyr | |
Baptize with gasoline, holy flame, unholy scene | |
As the ashes rise to the distant drummer | |
These are primitive times | |
These are primitive | |
These are primitive times | |
No care, no less divine, surpass be it man or ash | |
Not man or ash, not man or, huh | |
Not man or ash, not man or ash | |
Not man or ash, not man or |
zuo ci : Dean, Keenan | |
Far from reach, how the serpents preach | |
Life is a sin when the shepherds are breeding | |
In the quiet place force your mind to erase | |
As the people pray to the distant drummer | |
These are primitive times | |
These are primitive | |
These are primitive times | |
No care, no less divine, surpass be it man or | |
Ashes cover the man, which the decades demand | |
And paves the way for the sick and the dying | |
The devil hides his tail behind the virgin' s veil | |
So the dead can dance to a distant drummer | |
These are primitive times | |
These are primitive | |
These are primitive times | |
No care, no less divine, surpass be it man or | |
Ashes fall like rain as the blind go insane | |
The shepherds fall to the feet of their martyr | |
Baptize with gasoline, holy flame, unholy scene | |
As the ashes rise to the distant drummer | |
These are primitive times | |
These are primitive | |
These are primitive times | |
No care, no less divine, surpass be it man or ash | |
Not man or ash, not man or, huh | |
Not man or ash, not man or ash | |
Not man or ash, not man or |
zuò cí : Dean, Keenan | |
Far from reach, how the serpents preach | |
Life is a sin when the shepherds are breeding | |
In the quiet place force your mind to erase | |
As the people pray to the distant drummer | |
These are primitive times | |
These are primitive | |
These are primitive times | |
No care, no less divine, surpass be it man or | |
Ashes cover the man, which the decades demand | |
And paves the way for the sick and the dying | |
The devil hides his tail behind the virgin' s veil | |
So the dead can dance to a distant drummer | |
These are primitive times | |
These are primitive | |
These are primitive times | |
No care, no less divine, surpass be it man or | |
Ashes fall like rain as the blind go insane | |
The shepherds fall to the feet of their martyr | |
Baptize with gasoline, holy flame, unholy scene | |
As the ashes rise to the distant drummer | |
These are primitive times | |
These are primitive | |
These are primitive times | |
No care, no less divine, surpass be it man or ash | |
Not man or ash, not man or, huh | |
Not man or ash, not man or ash | |
Not man or ash, not man or |