Song | Deeds Of A Dead Soul |
Artist | Metal Church |
Album | This present Wasteland |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Munroe, Vanderhoof | |
A mystery of the universe a tale of the dead | |
Far into the psyche and far until the end | |
The mind it often wonders about the few and far between | |
But in these lines I think you'll find that you will believe | |
Oh far beyond the violent skies you can see a watchful eye | |
His presence always shifting like the empty hands of time | |
On broken wings he tries to sing his hateful lullaby | |
Nobody is listening to this dull pathetic cry | |
His death is mourned by no one, he is the shadowed one | |
Now he plots from below these deeds of a dead soul | |
Whispers in a wind storm carry through the night | |
Helpless victims everywhere, all have felt his plight | |
The scars he's left are memorable, he waits until they heal | |
Then he comes back again, to seal the final deal | |
Oh far beyond the violent skies you can see a watchful eye | |
His presence always shifting like the empty hands of time | |
On broken wings he tries to sing his hateful lullaby | |
Nobody is listening to this dull pathetic cry | |
His death is mourned by no one, he is the shadowed one | |
Now he plots from below these deeds of a dead soul |
zuo qu : Munroe, Vanderhoof | |
A mystery of the universe a tale of the dead | |
Far into the psyche and far until the end | |
The mind it often wonders about the few and far between | |
But in these lines I think you' ll find that you will believe | |
Oh far beyond the violent skies you can see a watchful eye | |
His presence always shifting like the empty hands of time | |
On broken wings he tries to sing his hateful lullaby | |
Nobody is listening to this dull pathetic cry | |
His death is mourned by no one, he is the shadowed one | |
Now he plots from below these deeds of a dead soul | |
Whispers in a wind storm carry through the night | |
Helpless victims everywhere, all have felt his plight | |
The scars he' s left are memorable, he waits until they heal | |
Then he comes back again, to seal the final deal | |
Oh far beyond the violent skies you can see a watchful eye | |
His presence always shifting like the empty hands of time | |
On broken wings he tries to sing his hateful lullaby | |
Nobody is listening to this dull pathetic cry | |
His death is mourned by no one, he is the shadowed one | |
Now he plots from below these deeds of a dead soul |
zuò qǔ : Munroe, Vanderhoof | |
A mystery of the universe a tale of the dead | |
Far into the psyche and far until the end | |
The mind it often wonders about the few and far between | |
But in these lines I think you' ll find that you will believe | |
Oh far beyond the violent skies you can see a watchful eye | |
His presence always shifting like the empty hands of time | |
On broken wings he tries to sing his hateful lullaby | |
Nobody is listening to this dull pathetic cry | |
His death is mourned by no one, he is the shadowed one | |
Now he plots from below these deeds of a dead soul | |
Whispers in a wind storm carry through the night | |
Helpless victims everywhere, all have felt his plight | |
The scars he' s left are memorable, he waits until they heal | |
Then he comes back again, to seal the final deal | |
Oh far beyond the violent skies you can see a watchful eye | |
His presence always shifting like the empty hands of time | |
On broken wings he tries to sing his hateful lullaby | |
Nobody is listening to this dull pathetic cry | |
His death is mourned by no one, he is the shadowed one | |
Now he plots from below these deeds of a dead soul |