Song | Poison Tears |
Artist | Elvenking |
Album | The Scythe |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Aydan, Damna | |
The puritan filth, where ivy grows | |
The poisoned tear, the thorn, the rose | |
The sin, the pleasure, the sexual urge | |
Is what I choose for my last dirge | |
This is the day I'll die | |
The scent of lust, my last goodbye | |
Devotion and distress - love and tempting flesh | |
Thousands battles I have fought | |
Like a falling Ceasar now I rot | |
The night of the long knives - The weakness of our kind | |
A humain messiah carring the cross | |
Still to this day they follow an icon - I can't believe it | |
Do you believe in the afterlife? - I don't! | |
An eyeball in the mouth of the snake is pouring poison | |
Every day I'm lost and found | |
Torn and beaten to the ground | |
Like a poison tear that falls without a sound | |
-crying poison tears | |
Every time I fall again | |
A paradox that has no end | |
Like a vortex turning circles in the sand | |
-crying poison tears | |
On Lost Occassion Avenue | |
Satans fisting his way through | |
The false legion of the dead | |
Puritanie filth they spread | |
A headless rider I wanna be | |
To spew out all my anger | |
The seven deadly sins and the animal within | |
A humain messiah carring the cross | |
Still to this day they follow an icon - I can't believe it | |
Do you believe in the afterlife? - I don't! | |
An eyeball in the mouth of the snake is pouring poison | |
Every day I'm lost and found | |
Torn and beaten to the ground | |
Like a poison tear that falls without a sound | |
-crying poison tears | |
Every time I fall again | |
A paradox that has no end | |
Like a vortex turning circles in the sand | |
-crying poison tears | |
Every day I'm lost and found | |
Torn and beaten to the ground | |
Like a poison tear that falls without a sound | |
-crying poison tears | |
Poison tears my eyes still cry | |
Pouring venom till I die | |
On that day you'll realize it's all a lie | |
-crying poison tears | |
Crying poison tears |
zuo qu : Aydan, Damna | |
The puritan filth, where ivy grows | |
The poisoned tear, the thorn, the rose | |
The sin, the pleasure, the sexual urge | |
Is what I choose for my last dirge | |
This is the day I' ll die | |
The scent of lust, my last goodbye | |
Devotion and distress love and tempting flesh | |
Thousands battles I have fought | |
Like a falling Ceasar now I rot | |
The night of the long knives The weakness of our kind | |
A humain messiah carring the cross | |
Still to this day they follow an icon I can' t believe it | |
Do you believe in the afterlife? I don' t! | |
An eyeball in the mouth of the snake is pouring poison | |
Every day I' m lost and found | |
Torn and beaten to the ground | |
Like a poison tear that falls without a sound | |
crying poison tears | |
Every time I fall again | |
A paradox that has no end | |
Like a vortex turning circles in the sand | |
crying poison tears | |
On Lost Occassion Avenue | |
Satans fisting his way through | |
The false legion of the dead | |
Puritanie filth they spread | |
A headless rider I wanna be | |
To spew out all my anger | |
The seven deadly sins and the animal within | |
A humain messiah carring the cross | |
Still to this day they follow an icon I can' t believe it | |
Do you believe in the afterlife? I don' t! | |
An eyeball in the mouth of the snake is pouring poison | |
Every day I' m lost and found | |
Torn and beaten to the ground | |
Like a poison tear that falls without a sound | |
crying poison tears | |
Every time I fall again | |
A paradox that has no end | |
Like a vortex turning circles in the sand | |
crying poison tears | |
Every day I' m lost and found | |
Torn and beaten to the ground | |
Like a poison tear that falls without a sound | |
crying poison tears | |
Poison tears my eyes still cry | |
Pouring venom till I die | |
On that day you' ll realize it' s all a lie | |
crying poison tears | |
Crying poison tears |
zuò qǔ : Aydan, Damna | |
The puritan filth, where ivy grows | |
The poisoned tear, the thorn, the rose | |
The sin, the pleasure, the sexual urge | |
Is what I choose for my last dirge | |
This is the day I' ll die | |
The scent of lust, my last goodbye | |
Devotion and distress love and tempting flesh | |
Thousands battles I have fought | |
Like a falling Ceasar now I rot | |
The night of the long knives The weakness of our kind | |
A humain messiah carring the cross | |
Still to this day they follow an icon I can' t believe it | |
Do you believe in the afterlife? I don' t! | |
An eyeball in the mouth of the snake is pouring poison | |
Every day I' m lost and found | |
Torn and beaten to the ground | |
Like a poison tear that falls without a sound | |
crying poison tears | |
Every time I fall again | |
A paradox that has no end | |
Like a vortex turning circles in the sand | |
crying poison tears | |
On Lost Occassion Avenue | |
Satans fisting his way through | |
The false legion of the dead | |
Puritanie filth they spread | |
A headless rider I wanna be | |
To spew out all my anger | |
The seven deadly sins and the animal within | |
A humain messiah carring the cross | |
Still to this day they follow an icon I can' t believe it | |
Do you believe in the afterlife? I don' t! | |
An eyeball in the mouth of the snake is pouring poison | |
Every day I' m lost and found | |
Torn and beaten to the ground | |
Like a poison tear that falls without a sound | |
crying poison tears | |
Every time I fall again | |
A paradox that has no end | |
Like a vortex turning circles in the sand | |
crying poison tears | |
Every day I' m lost and found | |
Torn and beaten to the ground | |
Like a poison tear that falls without a sound | |
crying poison tears | |
Poison tears my eyes still cry | |
Pouring venom till I die | |
On that day you' ll realize it' s all a lie | |
crying poison tears | |
Crying poison tears |