Song | Storming the Gates of Hell |
Artist | Impending Doom |
Album | The Serpent Servent |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Impending Doom | |
Here we are, storming the gates of Hell. | |
Our whispers will silence your roars and our roars will wreck your lives. | |
So here we come. | |
We were withered and drowned out, | |
But raised up in sun soaked brilliance. | |
Raised up. | |
This is our sound cutting through the noise. | |
This is our sound cutting through the noise. | |
Come forth, arise, overcome. | |
Choir of disciples. | |
Here we are, storming the gates of Hell. | |
Our whispers will silence your roars and our roars will wreck your lives. | |
So here we come. | |
We were withered and drowned out, | |
But raised up in sun soaked brilliance. | |
Come forth, arise, overcome, and return from exile. | |
Return from exile, return from exile. |
zuo qu : Impending Doom | |
Here we are, storming the gates of Hell. | |
Our whispers will silence your roars and our roars will wreck your lives. | |
So here we come. | |
We were withered and drowned out, | |
But raised up in sun soaked brilliance. | |
Raised up. | |
This is our sound cutting through the noise. | |
This is our sound cutting through the noise. | |
Come forth, arise, overcome. | |
Choir of disciples. | |
Here we are, storming the gates of Hell. | |
Our whispers will silence your roars and our roars will wreck your lives. | |
So here we come. | |
We were withered and drowned out, | |
But raised up in sun soaked brilliance. | |
Come forth, arise, overcome, and return from exile. | |
Return from exile, return from exile. |
zuò qǔ : Impending Doom | |
Here we are, storming the gates of Hell. | |
Our whispers will silence your roars and our roars will wreck your lives. | |
So here we come. | |
We were withered and drowned out, | |
But raised up in sun soaked brilliance. | |
Raised up. | |
This is our sound cutting through the noise. | |
This is our sound cutting through the noise. | |
Come forth, arise, overcome. | |
Choir of disciples. | |
Here we are, storming the gates of Hell. | |
Our whispers will silence your roars and our roars will wreck your lives. | |
So here we come. | |
We were withered and drowned out, | |
But raised up in sun soaked brilliance. | |
Come forth, arise, overcome, and return from exile. | |
Return from exile, return from exile. |