Song | Thine Is The Kingdom |
Artist | Rotting Christ |
Album | Sleep Of The Angels |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Tolis | |
This is the dead land | |
This is cactus land | |
Here the stone images | |
Are raised, here they receive | |
The supplication of a dead man's hand | |
Under the twinkle of a fading star | |
Is it like this | |
In death's other kingdom | |
Waking alone | |
At the hour when we are | |
Trembling with tenderness | |
Lips that would kiss | |
Form prayers to broken stone | |
This is the way the world ends | |
This is the way the world ends | |
This is the way the world ends | |
Not with a bang but a whimper | |
The eyes are not here | |
There are no eyes here | |
In this valley of dying stars | |
In this hollow valley | |
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms | |
Between the idea | |
And the reality | |
Between the motion | |
And the act | |
Falls the Shadow | |
For Thine is the Kingdom | |
Between the conception | |
And the creation | |
Between the emotion | |
And the response | |
Falls the Shadow | |
Life is very long | |
Between the desire | |
And the spasm | |
Between the potency | |
And the existence | |
Between the essence | |
And the descent | |
For Thine is the Kingdom |
zuo ci : Tolis | |
This is the dead land | |
This is cactus land | |
Here the stone images | |
Are raised, here they receive | |
The supplication of a dead man' s hand | |
Under the twinkle of a fading star | |
Is it like this | |
In death' s other kingdom | |
Waking alone | |
At the hour when we are | |
Trembling with tenderness | |
Lips that would kiss | |
Form prayers to broken stone | |
This is the way the world ends | |
This is the way the world ends | |
This is the way the world ends | |
Not with a bang but a whimper | |
The eyes are not here | |
There are no eyes here | |
In this valley of dying stars | |
In this hollow valley | |
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms | |
Between the idea | |
And the reality | |
Between the motion | |
And the act | |
Falls the Shadow | |
For Thine is the Kingdom | |
Between the conception | |
And the creation | |
Between the emotion | |
And the response | |
Falls the Shadow | |
Life is very long | |
Between the desire | |
And the spasm | |
Between the potency | |
And the existence | |
Between the essence | |
And the descent | |
For Thine is the Kingdom |
zuò cí : Tolis | |
This is the dead land | |
This is cactus land | |
Here the stone images | |
Are raised, here they receive | |
The supplication of a dead man' s hand | |
Under the twinkle of a fading star | |
Is it like this | |
In death' s other kingdom | |
Waking alone | |
At the hour when we are | |
Trembling with tenderness | |
Lips that would kiss | |
Form prayers to broken stone | |
This is the way the world ends | |
This is the way the world ends | |
This is the way the world ends | |
Not with a bang but a whimper | |
The eyes are not here | |
There are no eyes here | |
In this valley of dying stars | |
In this hollow valley | |
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms | |
Between the idea | |
And the reality | |
Between the motion | |
And the act | |
Falls the Shadow | |
For Thine is the Kingdom | |
Between the conception | |
And the creation | |
Between the emotion | |
And the response | |
Falls the Shadow | |
Life is very long | |
Between the desire | |
And the spasm | |
Between the potency | |
And the existence | |
Between the essence | |
And the descent | |
For Thine is the Kingdom |