Song | Cities Of Frost - Album Version (Explicit) |
Artist | Orange Goblin |
Album | Healing Through Fire |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Ben Ward/Martyn Millard/Joe Hoare | |
Salvation seems a million miles away | |
A generation wiped out in one day | |
The sun is setting on a rancid town | |
Lady solace has been gagged and bound | |
Brand a cross on the door of hope | |
Asphyxiating, we begin to choke | |
My head is pounding like a funeral drum | |
Awaiting the angel of death to come | |
If this isn't hell, it's the next best thing | |
A city of frost for a leper king | |
The fruits of | |
Empire will not numb the pain | |
And in our weakness, the lord's to blame | |
Raping and robbing the dead on the ground | |
Light of humanity will not be found | |
All of our morals will now rot away | |
Down on your knees for forgiveness you pray | |
If this isn't hell, it's the next best thing | |
A city of frost for a leper king | |
The fruits of | |
Empire will not numb the pain | |
And in our weakness, the lord's to blame | |
Lord come and take me far away from my home | |
Lead me to refuge down the path you have shown | |
Am I condemned to this delirious way? | |
Forever toiling in my watery grave | |
Brandish your daggers and come all ye men | |
This is our kingdom, the walls we'll defend | |
Crows of the tower will peck out our eyes | |
And lead us to victory under black skies |
zuo qu : Ben Ward Martyn Millard Joe Hoare | |
Salvation seems a million miles away | |
A generation wiped out in one day | |
The sun is setting on a rancid town | |
Lady solace has been gagged and bound | |
Brand a cross on the door of hope | |
Asphyxiating, we begin to choke | |
My head is pounding like a funeral drum | |
Awaiting the angel of death to come | |
If this isn' t hell, it' s the next best thing | |
A city of frost for a leper king | |
The fruits of | |
Empire will not numb the pain | |
And in our weakness, the lord' s to blame | |
Raping and robbing the dead on the ground | |
Light of humanity will not be found | |
All of our morals will now rot away | |
Down on your knees for forgiveness you pray | |
If this isn' t hell, it' s the next best thing | |
A city of frost for a leper king | |
The fruits of | |
Empire will not numb the pain | |
And in our weakness, the lord' s to blame | |
Lord come and take me far away from my home | |
Lead me to refuge down the path you have shown | |
Am I condemned to this delirious way? | |
Forever toiling in my watery grave | |
Brandish your daggers and come all ye men | |
This is our kingdom, the walls we' ll defend | |
Crows of the tower will peck out our eyes | |
And lead us to victory under black skies |
zuò qǔ : Ben Ward Martyn Millard Joe Hoare | |
Salvation seems a million miles away | |
A generation wiped out in one day | |
The sun is setting on a rancid town | |
Lady solace has been gagged and bound | |
Brand a cross on the door of hope | |
Asphyxiating, we begin to choke | |
My head is pounding like a funeral drum | |
Awaiting the angel of death to come | |
If this isn' t hell, it' s the next best thing | |
A city of frost for a leper king | |
The fruits of | |
Empire will not numb the pain | |
And in our weakness, the lord' s to blame | |
Raping and robbing the dead on the ground | |
Light of humanity will not be found | |
All of our morals will now rot away | |
Down on your knees for forgiveness you pray | |
If this isn' t hell, it' s the next best thing | |
A city of frost for a leper king | |
The fruits of | |
Empire will not numb the pain | |
And in our weakness, the lord' s to blame | |
Lord come and take me far away from my home | |
Lead me to refuge down the path you have shown | |
Am I condemned to this delirious way? | |
Forever toiling in my watery grave | |
Brandish your daggers and come all ye men | |
This is our kingdom, the walls we' ll defend | |
Crows of the tower will peck out our eyes | |
And lead us to victory under black skies |