The Undying Lyrics

	作词 : Anthony Cowley
	作曲 : Anthony Cowley/Richard Allsopp
	From the portents of a lost civilisation
	Swept away in the deluge
	silenced by the mire
	Comes our calling to meld flesh with machine
	To give beauty to what was obscene
	Exsanguinate the flock
	to strip away all humanity
	Given hearts of Damascus and thoughts bathed in lye
	With the grind of the wheel and the power of steel
	The Undying will take to the sky

	The beating of wings becomes the sound of progress
	As the darkening cloud gathers

	Like the black moth tethered to the sky (Clip my wings)
	And I’ll still refuse to die (Refuse to die)

	Breathe and become the mist
	Breathe and become the mist that hastens decay

	Relight the halls and feed on our ghosts
	Become the leech in the west and the king in the sand
	The children will run and we’ll blot out the sun
	As you toy with the God in the palm of your hand

	The beating of wings becomes the sound of progress
	As the darkening cloud gathers

	Granted the mandibles to peel away all impurities
	The plague on the wind will pave the road to hell
	With its noble intentions

	zuo ci : Anthony Cowley
	zuo qu : Anthony Cowley Richard Allsopp
	From the portents of a lost civilisation
	Swept away in the deluge
	silenced by the mire
	Comes our calling to meld flesh with machine
	To give beauty to what was obscene
	Exsanguinate the flock
	to strip away all humanity
	Given hearts of Damascus and thoughts bathed in lye
	With the grind of the wheel and the power of steel
	The Undying will take to the sky

	The beating of wings becomes the sound of progress
	As the darkening cloud gathers

	Like the black moth tethered to the sky Clip my wings
	And I' ll still refuse to die Refuse to die

	Breathe and become the mist
	Breathe and become the mist that hastens decay

	Relight the halls and feed on our ghosts
	Become the leech in the west and the king in the sand
	The children will run and we' ll blot out the sun
	As you toy with the God in the palm of your hand

	The beating of wings becomes the sound of progress
	As the darkening cloud gathers

	Granted the mandibles to peel away all impurities
	The plague on the wind will pave the road to hell
	With its noble intentions

	zuò cí : Anthony Cowley
	zuò qǔ : Anthony Cowley Richard Allsopp
	From the portents of a lost civilisation
	Swept away in the deluge
	silenced by the mire
	Comes our calling to meld flesh with machine
	To give beauty to what was obscene
	Exsanguinate the flock
	to strip away all humanity
	Given hearts of Damascus and thoughts bathed in lye
	With the grind of the wheel and the power of steel
	The Undying will take to the sky

	The beating of wings becomes the sound of progress
	As the darkening cloud gathers

	Like the black moth tethered to the sky Clip my wings
	And I' ll still refuse to die Refuse to die

	Breathe and become the mist
	Breathe and become the mist that hastens decay

	Relight the halls and feed on our ghosts
	Become the leech in the west and the king in the sand
	The children will run and we' ll blot out the sun
	As you toy with the God in the palm of your hand

	The beating of wings becomes the sound of progress
	As the darkening cloud gathers

	Granted the mandibles to peel away all impurities
	The plague on the wind will pave the road to hell
	With its noble intentions

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