Song | The Ancient Law |
Artist | Paths of Possession |
Album | The End Of The Hour |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Butman ... | |
I awaken through the fog of the dying. | |
Her face, it calls me home. | |
Through the doors, a strangers scent cuts the air. | |
Run, | |
I swear I'll find you, your blood, it stinks upon the wind. | |
Look to the sky, you will find no comfort there. | |
You are doomed and screaming for the end, you will | |
Suffer the faces fallen | |
To wounds that will not heal | |
Blackened ages rape the dawn. | |
Plead for you perishing. | |
I cannot let you end | |
Until you've learned the horror of these things | |
Lost god, in the ditches, of my hell. | |
Now he's here in the palm of my wrath. | |
Fall | |
Face first in maggots, dark purity spit upon the ground. | |
No one can hear, there is no savior near. | |
You're thrashing wildly on the ground, blood will | |
Choke all your throated moaning | |
As fingers reach your bones. | |
Deep inside, I kill for all the others. | |
Your blood will testify | |
This act, it is my right | |
Abide by the ancient law. | |
I found your god, he is here. | |
He's been crushed by my vengeful hand. | |
Staring down, I am punishment, | |
Blackened and burned | |
One of us, you are not. | |
Abide by the ancient law. | |
What's mine is mine | |
You shall not tamper with | |
Or you will fall. |
zuo qu : Butman ... | |
I awaken through the fog of the dying. | |
Her face, it calls me home. | |
Through the doors, a strangers scent cuts the air. | |
Run, | |
I swear I' ll find you, your blood, it stinks upon the wind. | |
Look to the sky, you will find no comfort there. | |
You are doomed and screaming for the end, you will | |
Suffer the faces fallen | |
To wounds that will not heal | |
Blackened ages rape the dawn. | |
Plead for you perishing. | |
I cannot let you end | |
Until you' ve learned the horror of these things | |
Lost god, in the ditches, of my hell. | |
Now he' s here in the palm of my wrath. | |
Fall | |
Face first in maggots, dark purity spit upon the ground. | |
No one can hear, there is no savior near. | |
You' re thrashing wildly on the ground, blood will | |
Choke all your throated moaning | |
As fingers reach your bones. | |
Deep inside, I kill for all the others. | |
Your blood will testify | |
This act, it is my right | |
Abide by the ancient law. | |
I found your god, he is here. | |
He' s been crushed by my vengeful hand. | |
Staring down, I am punishment, | |
Blackened and burned | |
One of us, you are not. | |
Abide by the ancient law. | |
What' s mine is mine | |
You shall not tamper with | |
Or you will fall. |
zuò qǔ : Butman ... | |
I awaken through the fog of the dying. | |
Her face, it calls me home. | |
Through the doors, a strangers scent cuts the air. | |
Run, | |
I swear I' ll find you, your blood, it stinks upon the wind. | |
Look to the sky, you will find no comfort there. | |
You are doomed and screaming for the end, you will | |
Suffer the faces fallen | |
To wounds that will not heal | |
Blackened ages rape the dawn. | |
Plead for you perishing. | |
I cannot let you end | |
Until you' ve learned the horror of these things | |
Lost god, in the ditches, of my hell. | |
Now he' s here in the palm of my wrath. | |
Fall | |
Face first in maggots, dark purity spit upon the ground. | |
No one can hear, there is no savior near. | |
You' re thrashing wildly on the ground, blood will | |
Choke all your throated moaning | |
As fingers reach your bones. | |
Deep inside, I kill for all the others. | |
Your blood will testify | |
This act, it is my right | |
Abide by the ancient law. | |
I found your god, he is here. | |
He' s been crushed by my vengeful hand. | |
Staring down, I am punishment, | |
Blackened and burned | |
One of us, you are not. | |
Abide by the ancient law. | |
What' s mine is mine | |
You shall not tamper with | |
Or you will fall. |