Song | A new Light |
Artist | Funeral Mist |
Album | Maranatha |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Arioch | |
Tidal wave! blood and black, | |
the second sinner dreams | |
today... Dying waters, preg- | |
nant darkness, and there | |
will be strange events in- | |
theskiesintheskiesinthe- | |
skies, "REVENGE!" the blood of | |
Abel cries, I swallow | |
the dust of a thousand | |
deaths, in search for the | |
word that can lay waste to | |
the world. | |
My throat is a thousand | |
open graves, thousand | |
cataclysms, thousand | |
open graves, Yes, I am | |
the perfect image of God, | |
Come hither, soul, I am | |
the way! Iure divino, I | |
am the way! Ecce signum, | |
I am the way! to both | |
above and below, so then | |
because thou art luke- | |
warm, and neither cold | |
nor hot, I will spue thee out | |
of my mouth, out | |
of my Eden, into a world | |
of gravity gone mad... | |
Thy famous pillars topyle, | |
thy candlestick removed, | |
thy roots are dried up. | |
A new sun, O golden | |
Death! The sons of the | |
red earth must face our | |
rays, sun of perdition, O | |
dawn of ash, and there | |
will be strange events in- | |
theskiesintheskiesinthe- | |
skies, "AGAIN!" the blood | |
of Cain replies, I swallow | |
the dust of a thousand - | |
deaths, in search for the | |
word that can laye waste the | |
world. | |
Now let thy blood speak | |
unto the Lord "MY BLOOD | |
IS SILENT!" cried the whore, | |
I inhale the song of a thou- | |
sand wounds, in search | |
for Redemption. |
zuo qu : Arioch | |
Tidal wave! blood and black, | |
the second sinner dreams | |
today... Dying waters, preg | |
nant darkness, and there | |
will be strange events in | |
theskiesintheskiesinthe | |
skies, " REVENGE!" the blood of | |
Abel cries, I swallow | |
the dust of a thousand | |
deaths, in search for the | |
word that can lay waste to | |
the world. | |
My throat is a thousand | |
open graves, thousand | |
cataclysms, thousand | |
open graves, Yes, I am | |
the perfect image of God, | |
Come hither, soul, I am | |
the way! Iure divino, I | |
am the way! Ecce signum, | |
I am the way! to both | |
above and below, so then | |
because thou art luke | |
warm, and neither cold | |
nor hot, I will spue thee out | |
of my mouth, out | |
of my Eden, into a world | |
of gravity gone mad... | |
Thy famous pillars topyle, | |
thy candlestick removed, | |
thy roots are dried up. | |
A new sun, O golden | |
Death! The sons of the | |
red earth must face our | |
rays, sun of perdition, O | |
dawn of ash, and there | |
will be strange events in | |
theskiesintheskiesinthe | |
skies, " AGAIN!" the blood | |
of Cain replies, I swallow | |
the dust of a thousand | |
deaths, in search for the | |
word that can laye waste the | |
world. | |
Now let thy blood speak | |
unto the Lord " MY BLOOD | |
IS SILENT!" cried the whore, | |
I inhale the song of a thou | |
sand wounds, in search | |
for Redemption. |
zuò qǔ : Arioch | |
Tidal wave! blood and black, | |
the second sinner dreams | |
today... Dying waters, preg | |
nant darkness, and there | |
will be strange events in | |
theskiesintheskiesinthe | |
skies, " REVENGE!" the blood of | |
Abel cries, I swallow | |
the dust of a thousand | |
deaths, in search for the | |
word that can lay waste to | |
the world. | |
My throat is a thousand | |
open graves, thousand | |
cataclysms, thousand | |
open graves, Yes, I am | |
the perfect image of God, | |
Come hither, soul, I am | |
the way! Iure divino, I | |
am the way! Ecce signum, | |
I am the way! to both | |
above and below, so then | |
because thou art luke | |
warm, and neither cold | |
nor hot, I will spue thee out | |
of my mouth, out | |
of my Eden, into a world | |
of gravity gone mad... | |
Thy famous pillars topyle, | |
thy candlestick removed, | |
thy roots are dried up. | |
A new sun, O golden | |
Death! The sons of the | |
red earth must face our | |
rays, sun of perdition, O | |
dawn of ash, and there | |
will be strange events in | |
theskiesintheskiesinthe | |
skies, " AGAIN!" the blood | |
of Cain replies, I swallow | |
the dust of a thousand | |
deaths, in search for the | |
word that can laye waste the | |
world. | |
Now let thy blood speak | |
unto the Lord " MY BLOOD | |
IS SILENT!" cried the whore, | |
I inhale the song of a thou | |
sand wounds, in search | |
for Redemption. |