Song | Creator Failure |
Artist | Iced Earth |
Album | Days Of Purgatory |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Abell, Barlow, Schaffer ... | |
(Music : Schaffer, Shawver, Abell / Lyrics : Schaffer) | |
A lonely maiden stands | |
Bound to the obelisk | |
As she tugs and pulls | |
And tries to twist | |
Shackles slice her virgin wrists | |
Blood now covers her tiny hands | |
How does thou receive this fate ? | |
She asks of her own mind | |
Purity, innocence, encourage death | |
Life... gone is mine | |
I also ask of you my lord | |
Thy god in heaven | |
For I understand the error of mans ways | |
But of creation and the seven days | |
When was created the murky haze | |
From which the beast has risen | |
Fail me not my master | |
For this is your creation | |
Your son the bastard | |
LeviathanBlackness, dripping stench | |
Unrelenting vice | |
Vile embellishment | |
Transcending pure evil | |
Standing now before her eyes | |
Wings expanding... she¹s going to die | |
Belching blue green fire | |
Flesh feeds the desire | |
The serpent gods apocalyptic smile | |
Come to me my demon brother | |
Of us both and our fathers | |
A failure of creation ... abomination |
zuo ci : Abell, Barlow, Schaffer ... | |
Music : Schaffer, Shawver, Abell Lyrics : Schaffer | |
A lonely maiden stands | |
Bound to the obelisk | |
As she tugs and pulls | |
And tries to twist | |
Shackles slice her virgin wrists | |
Blood now covers her tiny hands | |
How does thou receive this fate ? | |
She asks of her own mind | |
Purity, innocence, encourage death | |
Life... gone is mine | |
I also ask of you my lord | |
Thy god in heaven | |
For I understand the error of mans ways | |
But of creation and the seven days | |
When was created the murky haze | |
From which the beast has risen | |
Fail me not my master | |
For this is your creation | |
Your son the bastard | |
LeviathanBlackness, dripping stench | |
Unrelenting vice | |
Vile embellishment | |
Transcending pure evil | |
Standing now before her eyes | |
Wings expanding... she s going to die | |
Belching blue green fire | |
Flesh feeds the desire | |
The serpent gods apocalyptic smile | |
Come to me my demon brother | |
Of us both and our fathers | |
A failure of creation ... abomination |
zuò cí : Abell, Barlow, Schaffer ... | |
Music : Schaffer, Shawver, Abell Lyrics : Schaffer | |
A lonely maiden stands | |
Bound to the obelisk | |
As she tugs and pulls | |
And tries to twist | |
Shackles slice her virgin wrists | |
Blood now covers her tiny hands | |
How does thou receive this fate ? | |
She asks of her own mind | |
Purity, innocence, encourage death | |
Life... gone is mine | |
I also ask of you my lord | |
Thy god in heaven | |
For I understand the error of mans ways | |
But of creation and the seven days | |
When was created the murky haze | |
From which the beast has risen | |
Fail me not my master | |
For this is your creation | |
Your son the bastard | |
LeviathanBlackness, dripping stench | |
Unrelenting vice | |
Vile embellishment | |
Transcending pure evil | |
Standing now before her eyes | |
Wings expanding... she s going to die | |
Belching blue green fire | |
Flesh feeds the desire | |
The serpent gods apocalyptic smile | |
Come to me my demon brother | |
Of us both and our fathers | |
A failure of creation ... abomination |