Song | The Garden Of Bleeding |
Artist | Exodus |
Album | The Atrocity Exhibition - Exhibit A |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Holt | |
Viscerated bodies planted deep beneath the earth | |
They fertilize the soil and feed for all they’re worth | |
Within the garden of unearthly delights | |
True meaning of horror’s found and hell’s within our sights [Chorus:] | |
He plants the seeds | |
The germinate | |
Black misdeeds, they pollinate | |
Within the garden of bleeding’s where the devil waits to introduce you to your fate | |
Endless orchards dot the land of corpses up on spikes | |
Beauty’s in the eye of the beheaded on a pike | |
Bathed in lakes of fire until a cinder’s what remains | |
The stench of death it makes the flowers bloom in his domain [Chorus] | |
Bodies hang from branches like grapes hang from the vine | |
Garlands made of human flesh they decorate his shrine | |
On the wind and through the trees, the cries of suffering | |
For this is the garden of the king of the unclean |
zuo ci : Holt | |
Viscerated bodies planted deep beneath the earth | |
They fertilize the soil and feed for all they' re worth | |
Within the garden of unearthly delights | |
True meaning of horror' s found and hell' s within our sights Chorus: | |
He plants the seeds | |
The germinate | |
Black misdeeds, they pollinate | |
Within the garden of bleeding' s where the devil waits to introduce you to your fate | |
Endless orchards dot the land of corpses up on spikes | |
Beauty' s in the eye of the beheaded on a pike | |
Bathed in lakes of fire until a cinder' s what remains | |
The stench of death it makes the flowers bloom in his domain Chorus | |
Bodies hang from branches like grapes hang from the vine | |
Garlands made of human flesh they decorate his shrine | |
On the wind and through the trees, the cries of suffering | |
For this is the garden of the king of the unclean |
zuò cí : Holt | |
Viscerated bodies planted deep beneath the earth | |
They fertilize the soil and feed for all they' re worth | |
Within the garden of unearthly delights | |
True meaning of horror' s found and hell' s within our sights Chorus: | |
He plants the seeds | |
The germinate | |
Black misdeeds, they pollinate | |
Within the garden of bleeding' s where the devil waits to introduce you to your fate | |
Endless orchards dot the land of corpses up on spikes | |
Beauty' s in the eye of the beheaded on a pike | |
Bathed in lakes of fire until a cinder' s what remains | |
The stench of death it makes the flowers bloom in his domain Chorus | |
Bodies hang from branches like grapes hang from the vine | |
Garlands made of human flesh they decorate his shrine | |
On the wind and through the trees, the cries of suffering | |
For this is the garden of the king of the unclean |