Hounds Ditch - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Hounds Ditch - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Orange Goblin |
| Album | Healing Through Fire |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hoare, Millard, Turner, Ward | |
| Have mercy on the city, she's a dying whore | |
| I never said these streets were paved with gold | |
| The shallow graves are overflowing and the | |
| Thames runs red | |
| Is this enough to make your blood run cold? | |
| Cracked skin and sunken eyes demand a special hold | |
| Upon the angels coming judgement day | |
| Dead hounds and a triple-horned messiah | |
| Motion for redemption in the ripper's way | |
| Running faster than the sands of time, the lambs conspire | |
| To raise the omens of an unknown faith | |
| The devil's virtues overpowering the wrath of | |
| God And twist the blade upon the human race | |
| The wolf is loose and in this city it's a fatal flaw | |
| To see the beast under a funeral moon | |
| Can't shake the paranoia that the end is nigh | |
| When you're spoiling in a lousy tomb | |
| Healing Through | |
| Fire Healing | |
| Through Fire | |
| Healing Through | |
| Fire Healing | |
| Through Fire | |
| Ghosts of the hounds start to rise in their packs | |
| Hunting the blood that they crave | |
| Like serpents that coil through the streets in the night | |
| You prey for your life to be saved | |
| Howling like banshees, so full of despair | |
| A death knell to all that they cross | |
| Diseased and deranged like the pit hounds of hell | |
| Devouring the flesh of the lost | |
| Cursed are the wicked and blessed are the sick | |
| They see not the evil at hand | |
| Animals rising from ash covered tombs | |
| For vengeance upon every man | |
| Snarling with vehemence, they beckon the thaw | |
| Feeding on souls of the broke | |
| Ditches and churchyards will crawl with the rats | |
| That feed on their throats till they choke |
| zuo ci : Hoare, Millard, Turner, Ward | |
| Have mercy on the city, she' s a dying whore | |
| I never said these streets were paved with gold | |
| The shallow graves are overflowing and the | |
| Thames runs red | |
| Is this enough to make your blood run cold? | |
| Cracked skin and sunken eyes demand a special hold | |
| Upon the angels coming judgement day | |
| Dead hounds and a triplehorned messiah | |
| Motion for redemption in the ripper' s way | |
| Running faster than the sands of time, the lambs conspire | |
| To raise the omens of an unknown faith | |
| The devil' s virtues overpowering the wrath of | |
| God And twist the blade upon the human race | |
| The wolf is loose and in this city it' s a fatal flaw | |
| To see the beast under a funeral moon | |
| Can' t shake the paranoia that the end is nigh | |
| When you' re spoiling in a lousy tomb | |
| Healing Through | |
| Fire Healing | |
| Through Fire | |
| Healing Through | |
| Fire Healing | |
| Through Fire | |
| Ghosts of the hounds start to rise in their packs | |
| Hunting the blood that they crave | |
| Like serpents that coil through the streets in the night | |
| You prey for your life to be saved | |
| Howling like banshees, so full of despair | |
| A death knell to all that they cross | |
| Diseased and deranged like the pit hounds of hell | |
| Devouring the flesh of the lost | |
| Cursed are the wicked and blessed are the sick | |
| They see not the evil at hand | |
| Animals rising from ash covered tombs | |
| For vengeance upon every man | |
| Snarling with vehemence, they beckon the thaw | |
| Feeding on souls of the broke | |
| Ditches and churchyards will crawl with the rats | |
| That feed on their throats till they choke |
| zuò cí : Hoare, Millard, Turner, Ward | |
| Have mercy on the city, she' s a dying whore | |
| I never said these streets were paved with gold | |
| The shallow graves are overflowing and the | |
| Thames runs red | |
| Is this enough to make your blood run cold? | |
| Cracked skin and sunken eyes demand a special hold | |
| Upon the angels coming judgement day | |
| Dead hounds and a triplehorned messiah | |
| Motion for redemption in the ripper' s way | |
| Running faster than the sands of time, the lambs conspire | |
| To raise the omens of an unknown faith | |
| The devil' s virtues overpowering the wrath of | |
| God And twist the blade upon the human race | |
| The wolf is loose and in this city it' s a fatal flaw | |
| To see the beast under a funeral moon | |
| Can' t shake the paranoia that the end is nigh | |
| When you' re spoiling in a lousy tomb | |
| Healing Through | |
| Fire Healing | |
| Through Fire | |
| Healing Through | |
| Fire Healing | |
| Through Fire | |
| Ghosts of the hounds start to rise in their packs | |
| Hunting the blood that they crave | |
| Like serpents that coil through the streets in the night | |
| You prey for your life to be saved | |
| Howling like banshees, so full of despair | |
| A death knell to all that they cross | |
| Diseased and deranged like the pit hounds of hell | |
| Devouring the flesh of the lost | |
| Cursed are the wicked and blessed are the sick | |
| They see not the evil at hand | |
| Animals rising from ash covered tombs | |
| For vengeance upon every man | |
| Snarling with vehemence, they beckon the thaw | |
| Feeding on souls of the broke | |
| Ditches and churchyards will crawl with the rats | |
| That feed on their throats till they choke |
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