Song | Funeral for a fallen Angel |
Artist | Grave Digger |
Album | Ballads of a Hangman |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Boltendahl, Grave Digger ... | |
Night after night she would knock on my door | |
Like a cockroach she crawled on the bloodstained floor | |
Begging for money for one last glass of wine | |
Selling her soul she would never resign | |
Dancing like mad in the darkness of the night | |
Beauty has fallen far out of her sight | |
Say farewell to a fallen angel | |
Funeral for a useless soul | |
Say farewell to the life I've taken | |
Funeral for a heart that's forsaken | |
An immaculate goddess rides on the wings of a devil | |
The procession moves on and they whisper of murder | |
Flowers are thrown on the crate of the brave | |
Tears are falling down from heaven on her grave | |
Dancing like mad till the rising of light | |
Dogs howl in the distance as she dresses in white | |
Funeral for a fallen angel | |
Funeral for a useless soul | |
Funeral for the life I've taken | |
Funeral for a heart that's forsaken |
zuo qu : Boltendahl, Grave Digger ... | |
Night after night she would knock on my door | |
Like a cockroach she crawled on the bloodstained floor | |
Begging for money for one last glass of wine | |
Selling her soul she would never resign | |
Dancing like mad in the darkness of the night | |
Beauty has fallen far out of her sight | |
Say farewell to a fallen angel | |
Funeral for a useless soul | |
Say farewell to the life I' ve taken | |
Funeral for a heart that' s forsaken | |
An immaculate goddess rides on the wings of a devil | |
The procession moves on and they whisper of murder | |
Flowers are thrown on the crate of the brave | |
Tears are falling down from heaven on her grave | |
Dancing like mad till the rising of light | |
Dogs howl in the distance as she dresses in white | |
Funeral for a fallen angel | |
Funeral for a useless soul | |
Funeral for the life I' ve taken | |
Funeral for a heart that' s forsaken |
zuò qǔ : Boltendahl, Grave Digger ... | |
Night after night she would knock on my door | |
Like a cockroach she crawled on the bloodstained floor | |
Begging for money for one last glass of wine | |
Selling her soul she would never resign | |
Dancing like mad in the darkness of the night | |
Beauty has fallen far out of her sight | |
Say farewell to a fallen angel | |
Funeral for a useless soul | |
Say farewell to the life I' ve taken | |
Funeral for a heart that' s forsaken | |
An immaculate goddess rides on the wings of a devil | |
The procession moves on and they whisper of murder | |
Flowers are thrown on the crate of the brave | |
Tears are falling down from heaven on her grave | |
Dancing like mad till the rising of light | |
Dogs howl in the distance as she dresses in white | |
Funeral for a fallen angel | |
Funeral for a useless soul | |
Funeral for the life I' ve taken | |
Funeral for a heart that' s forsaken |