| Song | The Waterless Streams |
| Artist | Mournful Congregation |
| Album | The Book of Kings |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Mourful Congregation |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Damon Good |
| [02:52.225] | A suffocation of the senses |
| [03:03.031] | A senseless suffocation |
| [03:13.547] | Water-filled streams have long since dried |
| [03:24.339] | Was there ever any other way? |
| [03:35.900] | Or was this bleakest destiny our plague? |
| [03:53.102] | |
| [03:56.365] | A dread impending |
| [04:06.634] | Like suicide's omniscient plea |
| [04:17.911] | Clasping and crawling |
| [04:29.286] | And shredding man's being |
| [04:35.739] | |
| [04:39.749] | We were that we were |
| [04:49.073] | Now we are that we are |
| [04:57.016] | |
| [05:43.756] | Where once stood a temple |
| [05:54.492] | Now stands cold stone |
| [06:03.831] | An inner sanctum of utter disgust |
| [06:14.553] | Repelling nature's divine lust |
| [06:20.816] | |
| [06:25.528] | Mortality is truth |
| [06:37.280] | And truth is a lie |
| [07:53.775] | The waterless streams overwhelm us |
| [08:16.436] | And now we must die |
| [08:21.251] | |
| [08:48.214] | Our dying hour resists our plea |
| [09:00.887] | Why won't you come, why must you flee? |
| [09:12.074] | |
| [09:23.377] | Our last rites have been written……but not yet read |
| [09:41.828] |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Mourful Congregation |
| [00:01.000] | zuo qu : Damon Good |
| [02:52.225] | A suffocation of the senses |
| [03:03.031] | A senseless suffocation |
| [03:13.547] | Waterfilled streams have long since dried |
| [03:24.339] | Was there ever any other way? |
| [03:35.900] | Or was this bleakest destiny our plague? |
| [03:53.102] | |
| [03:56.365] | A dread impending |
| [04:06.634] | Like suicide' s omniscient plea |
| [04:17.911] | Clasping and crawling |
| [04:29.286] | And shredding man' s being |
| [04:35.739] | |
| [04:39.749] | We were that we were |
| [04:49.073] | Now we are that we are |
| [04:57.016] | |
| [05:43.756] | Where once stood a temple |
| [05:54.492] | Now stands cold stone |
| [06:03.831] | An inner sanctum of utter disgust |
| [06:14.553] | Repelling nature' s divine lust |
| [06:20.816] | |
| [06:25.528] | Mortality is truth |
| [06:37.280] | And truth is a lie |
| [07:53.775] | The waterless streams overwhelm us |
| [08:16.436] | And now we must die |
| [08:21.251] | |
| [08:48.214] | Our dying hour resists our plea |
| [09:00.887] | Why won' t you come, why must you flee? |
| [09:12.074] | |
| [09:23.377] | Our last rites have been written but not yet read |
| [09:41.828] |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Mourful Congregation |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Damon Good |
| [02:52.225] | A suffocation of the senses |
| [03:03.031] | A senseless suffocation |
| [03:13.547] | Waterfilled streams have long since dried |
| [03:24.339] | Was there ever any other way? |
| [03:35.900] | Or was this bleakest destiny our plague? |
| [03:53.102] | |
| [03:56.365] | A dread impending |
| [04:06.634] | Like suicide' s omniscient plea |
| [04:17.911] | Clasping and crawling |
| [04:29.286] | And shredding man' s being |
| [04:35.739] | |
| [04:39.749] | We were that we were |
| [04:49.073] | Now we are that we are |
| [04:57.016] | |
| [05:43.756] | Where once stood a temple |
| [05:54.492] | Now stands cold stone |
| [06:03.831] | An inner sanctum of utter disgust |
| [06:14.553] | Repelling nature' s divine lust |
| [06:20.816] | |
| [06:25.528] | Mortality is truth |
| [06:37.280] | And truth is a lie |
| [07:53.775] | The waterless streams overwhelm us |
| [08:16.436] | And now we must die |
| [08:21.251] | |
| [08:48.214] | Our dying hour resists our plea |
| [09:00.887] | Why won' t you come, why must you flee? |
| [09:12.074] | |
| [09:23.377] | Our last rites have been written but not yet read |
| [09:41.828] |