Song | Stench Of High Heaven |
Artist | Immolation |
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作曲 : Immolation | |
Father in | |
Heaven, a desolate kingdom | |
His paradise, his promise, a faded flame extinguished by the dark | |
Lifetimes of devotion...eternities of nothing | |
The place for which you long, eludes and embitters | |
In the hands of fools and liars...trade your lives for grace | |
Your souls are weak and empty, now kiss his throne of sorrow | |
From crooked tongues...takes of pristine glory | |
Consumed by flames it burns, the fall of the holy kingdom | |
So high... | |
Absurd...Sickening...is the stench of high heaven | |
Through the clouds | |
Through the lies | |
You'll never see what's never been | |
At the passing of life and the coming of death | |
Pass not through it's gates, but into the dark | |
No light... | |
No love... | |
No glory... | |
No heaven... | |
Fallen has the king...fallen has the kingdom | |
Fall into uplifted arms below | |
The stench of heaven...lingers above | |
Sour is the air | |
But soon the air will clear |
zuo qu : Immolation | |
Father in | |
Heaven, a desolate kingdom | |
His paradise, his promise, a faded flame extinguished by the dark | |
Lifetimes of devotion... eternities of nothing | |
The place for which you long, eludes and embitters | |
In the hands of fools and liars... trade your lives for grace | |
Your souls are weak and empty, now kiss his throne of sorrow | |
From crooked tongues... takes of pristine glory | |
Consumed by flames it burns, the fall of the holy kingdom | |
So high... | |
Absurd... Sickening... is the stench of high heaven | |
Through the clouds | |
Through the lies | |
You' ll never see what' s never been | |
At the passing of life and the coming of death | |
Pass not through it' s gates, but into the dark | |
No light... | |
No love... | |
No glory... | |
No heaven... | |
Fallen has the king... fallen has the kingdom | |
Fall into uplifted arms below | |
The stench of heaven... lingers above | |
Sour is the air | |
But soon the air will clear |
zuò qǔ : Immolation | |
Father in | |
Heaven, a desolate kingdom | |
His paradise, his promise, a faded flame extinguished by the dark | |
Lifetimes of devotion... eternities of nothing | |
The place for which you long, eludes and embitters | |
In the hands of fools and liars... trade your lives for grace | |
Your souls are weak and empty, now kiss his throne of sorrow | |
From crooked tongues... takes of pristine glory | |
Consumed by flames it burns, the fall of the holy kingdom | |
So high... | |
Absurd... Sickening... is the stench of high heaven | |
Through the clouds | |
Through the lies | |
You' ll never see what' s never been | |
At the passing of life and the coming of death | |
Pass not through it' s gates, but into the dark | |
No light... | |
No love... | |
No glory... | |
No heaven... | |
Fallen has the king... fallen has the kingdom | |
Fall into uplifted arms below | |
The stench of heaven... lingers above | |
Sour is the air | |
But soon the air will clear |