Song | Khronos |
Artist | Rotting Christ |
Album | Khronos |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Sakis | |
Origin of time / the face of old flesh | |
Crumbles the earth / my feet and brain | |
Collapsing into measures / of nature's killing liberty | |
Lights gone an empty house / should be filled of empty pain | |
In the light of a young moon | |
The cold dark night becomes scary soon | |
A thorn in my soul your face fade away | |
Awake like an owl for salvation | |
I pray And shining flames / burning the night sky | |
Until you / who walk among the liking | |
Touch the overbearing / fall on the crushed | |
In the light of a young moon | |
The cold dark night becomes scary soon | |
A thorn in my soul your face fade away | |
Awake like an owl for salvation | |
I pray He who sleeps in the embrace of not | |
Shall carry the thorns of carrion souls | |
He who rules the flesh of the pigs | |
With an oral smile shall pray on fools | |
Tough the overweening / fall on the crushed | |
Blind eyes of old light / pigs shall rule | |
The flesh of kings / devoured for six nights | |
The sky is empty / a golden snake crumbles the earth | |
Her feet and brain / the face of old flesh | |
Like an empty light house / hiding the cold flesh | |
Snow is falling through / the living is gone | |
Then the memory / of old fear is upon | |
Rushes sordid through / winged black images | |
Who shall build / an empty sky | |
Same as the origin / of your face | |
Origin of time / origin of time |
zuo ci : Sakis | |
Origin of time the face of old flesh | |
Crumbles the earth my feet and brain | |
Collapsing into measures of nature' s killing liberty | |
Lights gone an empty house should be filled of empty pain | |
In the light of a young moon | |
The cold dark night becomes scary soon | |
A thorn in my soul your face fade away | |
Awake like an owl for salvation | |
I pray And shining flames burning the night sky | |
Until you who walk among the liking | |
Touch the overbearing fall on the crushed | |
In the light of a young moon | |
The cold dark night becomes scary soon | |
A thorn in my soul your face fade away | |
Awake like an owl for salvation | |
I pray He who sleeps in the embrace of not | |
Shall carry the thorns of carrion souls | |
He who rules the flesh of the pigs | |
With an oral smile shall pray on fools | |
Tough the overweening fall on the crushed | |
Blind eyes of old light pigs shall rule | |
The flesh of kings devoured for six nights | |
The sky is empty a golden snake crumbles the earth | |
Her feet and brain the face of old flesh | |
Like an empty light house hiding the cold flesh | |
Snow is falling through the living is gone | |
Then the memory of old fear is upon | |
Rushes sordid through winged black images | |
Who shall build an empty sky | |
Same as the origin of your face | |
Origin of time origin of time |
zuò cí : Sakis | |
Origin of time the face of old flesh | |
Crumbles the earth my feet and brain | |
Collapsing into measures of nature' s killing liberty | |
Lights gone an empty house should be filled of empty pain | |
In the light of a young moon | |
The cold dark night becomes scary soon | |
A thorn in my soul your face fade away | |
Awake like an owl for salvation | |
I pray And shining flames burning the night sky | |
Until you who walk among the liking | |
Touch the overbearing fall on the crushed | |
In the light of a young moon | |
The cold dark night becomes scary soon | |
A thorn in my soul your face fade away | |
Awake like an owl for salvation | |
I pray He who sleeps in the embrace of not | |
Shall carry the thorns of carrion souls | |
He who rules the flesh of the pigs | |
With an oral smile shall pray on fools | |
Tough the overweening fall on the crushed | |
Blind eyes of old light pigs shall rule | |
The flesh of kings devoured for six nights | |
The sky is empty a golden snake crumbles the earth | |
Her feet and brain the face of old flesh | |
Like an empty light house hiding the cold flesh | |
Snow is falling through the living is gone | |
Then the memory of old fear is upon | |
Rushes sordid through winged black images | |
Who shall build an empty sky | |
Same as the origin of your face | |
Origin of time origin of time |