Song | Black Bile, White Lies |
Artist | It Dies Today |
Album | Sirens |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Brooks, Hatalak | |
He's reigning down in the shadow lands again. | |
Born as the bastard son, lost in his own pretension. | |
Dastardly concerned, yet chipped away in time, | |
You'll come to find out that your boy is never coming back. | |
He's reared himself a throne, | |
So bow to the king of nothing. | |
Lost himself again in black bile, bow to your king. | |
His majesty, the wretch. | |
He's drenched himself in the sweetest of all sin. | |
Just one more rail he cries, as one foot graces his grave. | |
Fearlessly inept, a failure from the womb. | |
Apologies but your boy is never coming back. | |
He's reared himself a throne, | |
So bow to the king of nothing. | |
Lost himself again in black bile, bow to your king. | |
His majesty, the wretch. | |
He's failed you all once again, conquered by the poisonous bliss. | |
There will be no revival this time around. | |
He's failed you all once again, conquered by the poisonous bliss. | |
Well, he's far too gone now, too far gone to save. | |
He's reared himself a throne, | |
So bow to the king of nothing. | |
Lost himself again in black bile, bow to your king. | |
His majesty, the wretch, his majesty. | |
Bow to the king. | |
His majesty, his majesty, the wretch |
zuo qu : Brooks, Hatalak | |
He' s reigning down in the shadow lands again. | |
Born as the bastard son, lost in his own pretension. | |
Dastardly concerned, yet chipped away in time, | |
You' ll come to find out that your boy is never coming back. | |
He' s reared himself a throne, | |
So bow to the king of nothing. | |
Lost himself again in black bile, bow to your king. | |
His majesty, the wretch. | |
He' s drenched himself in the sweetest of all sin. | |
Just one more rail he cries, as one foot graces his grave. | |
Fearlessly inept, a failure from the womb. | |
Apologies but your boy is never coming back. | |
He' s reared himself a throne, | |
So bow to the king of nothing. | |
Lost himself again in black bile, bow to your king. | |
His majesty, the wretch. | |
He' s failed you all once again, conquered by the poisonous bliss. | |
There will be no revival this time around. | |
He' s failed you all once again, conquered by the poisonous bliss. | |
Well, he' s far too gone now, too far gone to save. | |
He' s reared himself a throne, | |
So bow to the king of nothing. | |
Lost himself again in black bile, bow to your king. | |
His majesty, the wretch, his majesty. | |
Bow to the king. | |
His majesty, his majesty, the wretch |
zuò qǔ : Brooks, Hatalak | |
He' s reigning down in the shadow lands again. | |
Born as the bastard son, lost in his own pretension. | |
Dastardly concerned, yet chipped away in time, | |
You' ll come to find out that your boy is never coming back. | |
He' s reared himself a throne, | |
So bow to the king of nothing. | |
Lost himself again in black bile, bow to your king. | |
His majesty, the wretch. | |
He' s drenched himself in the sweetest of all sin. | |
Just one more rail he cries, as one foot graces his grave. | |
Fearlessly inept, a failure from the womb. | |
Apologies but your boy is never coming back. | |
He' s reared himself a throne, | |
So bow to the king of nothing. | |
Lost himself again in black bile, bow to your king. | |
His majesty, the wretch. | |
He' s failed you all once again, conquered by the poisonous bliss. | |
There will be no revival this time around. | |
He' s failed you all once again, conquered by the poisonous bliss. | |
Well, he' s far too gone now, too far gone to save. | |
He' s reared himself a throne, | |
So bow to the king of nothing. | |
Lost himself again in black bile, bow to your king. | |
His majesty, the wretch, his majesty. | |
Bow to the king. | |
His majesty, his majesty, the wretch |