Song | Shades of Heavenly Death |
Artist | Fates Warning |
Album | No Exit |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Aresti | |
By black we ride, or so they say | |
Our need for reason, there greed is paid | |
Powers rumble for spiritual sway | |
Paths are laid then leaders stray | |
It's right then left, witch way to turn | |
Follow me or forever burn | |
We evil blessed, bring your soul to sell | |
All wish away into empty wells | |
Fortunes found in holy halls | |
Redeem your every fault | |
When dogmas given are blindly held | |
And treasures given caught | |
Any wish can only last | |
Until the spell's descried | |
While subtle, wicked ways | |
Fracture weakened minds | |
Slaves of a different kind march to broken bells | |
Freedom in a bind and make it all sound well | |
Blackened blue etched in glass forming outer walls | |
Tell clearly of the emptiness and mute distressful calls | |
Lines lead to dead ends where | |
Plays seen are never clear | |
And those who ride never fare | |
Crowned voids forever rule | |
In worlds lived and learned of fools | |
Conformity's the teachers' tool |
zuo ci : Aresti | |
By black we ride, or so they say | |
Our need for reason, there greed is paid | |
Powers rumble for spiritual sway | |
Paths are laid then leaders stray | |
It' s right then left, witch way to turn | |
Follow me or forever burn | |
We evil blessed, bring your soul to sell | |
All wish away into empty wells | |
Fortunes found in holy halls | |
Redeem your every fault | |
When dogmas given are blindly held | |
And treasures given caught | |
Any wish can only last | |
Until the spell' s descried | |
While subtle, wicked ways | |
Fracture weakened minds | |
Slaves of a different kind march to broken bells | |
Freedom in a bind and make it all sound well | |
Blackened blue etched in glass forming outer walls | |
Tell clearly of the emptiness and mute distressful calls | |
Lines lead to dead ends where | |
Plays seen are never clear | |
And those who ride never fare | |
Crowned voids forever rule | |
In worlds lived and learned of fools | |
Conformity' s the teachers' tool |
zuò cí : Aresti | |
By black we ride, or so they say | |
Our need for reason, there greed is paid | |
Powers rumble for spiritual sway | |
Paths are laid then leaders stray | |
It' s right then left, witch way to turn | |
Follow me or forever burn | |
We evil blessed, bring your soul to sell | |
All wish away into empty wells | |
Fortunes found in holy halls | |
Redeem your every fault | |
When dogmas given are blindly held | |
And treasures given caught | |
Any wish can only last | |
Until the spell' s descried | |
While subtle, wicked ways | |
Fracture weakened minds | |
Slaves of a different kind march to broken bells | |
Freedom in a bind and make it all sound well | |
Blackened blue etched in glass forming outer walls | |
Tell clearly of the emptiness and mute distressful calls | |
Lines lead to dead ends where | |
Plays seen are never clear | |
And those who ride never fare | |
Crowned voids forever rule | |
In worlds lived and learned of fools | |
Conformity' s the teachers' tool |