Song | Four Earths |
Artist | Shai Hulud |
Album | Misanthropy Pure |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Fletcher, Fox, Gormley ... | |
One scorched | |
Three burning | |
Worlds given to hell | |
And man is helpless amongst the cinders | |
How lightly we tread | |
Today is the tomorrow that was never to come | |
Scourge of six thousand years | |
Under duress of the hook and pull | |
With bones from and to the dust | |
Sod retakes it's claim | |
Transience is lost | |
And petty beats will now learn how precious little they truly own | |
They reap amends | |
The stench of tresses on hot coals | |
Hooves of flames trample man into the embers | |
The melting of malformed clay into a molten expanse | |
Dare you cry for the gods | |
Cry for the ages of desecration and four disfigured spheres | |
The spheres make so your fate | |
Shed your tears for our thirsting lakes | |
We grow weary fro the searing heat | |
Disturb no this sleep | |
Distort not this placid sea | |
This is the hour of extinction | |
A respite in the shedding of the weight of life | |
Life ebbing away | |
One scorched | |
Three burning | |
Worlds given to hell | |
And man is reduced to cinders | |
How lightly we tread | |
Never regenerate | |
We ashen sisters | |
Restore and melt again | |
The ash in the lungs of arsonists is deadly | |
This is the uncreation of man | |
Mothers | |
How will we breathe |
zuo qu : Fletcher, Fox, Gormley ... | |
One scorched | |
Three burning | |
Worlds given to hell | |
And man is helpless amongst the cinders | |
How lightly we tread | |
Today is the tomorrow that was never to come | |
Scourge of six thousand years | |
Under duress of the hook and pull | |
With bones from and to the dust | |
Sod retakes it' s claim | |
Transience is lost | |
And petty beats will now learn how precious little they truly own | |
They reap amends | |
The stench of tresses on hot coals | |
Hooves of flames trample man into the embers | |
The melting of malformed clay into a molten expanse | |
Dare you cry for the gods | |
Cry for the ages of desecration and four disfigured spheres | |
The spheres make so your fate | |
Shed your tears for our thirsting lakes | |
We grow weary fro the searing heat | |
Disturb no this sleep | |
Distort not this placid sea | |
This is the hour of extinction | |
A respite in the shedding of the weight of life | |
Life ebbing away | |
One scorched | |
Three burning | |
Worlds given to hell | |
And man is reduced to cinders | |
How lightly we tread | |
Never regenerate | |
We ashen sisters | |
Restore and melt again | |
The ash in the lungs of arsonists is deadly | |
This is the uncreation of man | |
Mothers | |
How will we breathe |
zuò qǔ : Fletcher, Fox, Gormley ... | |
One scorched | |
Three burning | |
Worlds given to hell | |
And man is helpless amongst the cinders | |
How lightly we tread | |
Today is the tomorrow that was never to come | |
Scourge of six thousand years | |
Under duress of the hook and pull | |
With bones from and to the dust | |
Sod retakes it' s claim | |
Transience is lost | |
And petty beats will now learn how precious little they truly own | |
They reap amends | |
The stench of tresses on hot coals | |
Hooves of flames trample man into the embers | |
The melting of malformed clay into a molten expanse | |
Dare you cry for the gods | |
Cry for the ages of desecration and four disfigured spheres | |
The spheres make so your fate | |
Shed your tears for our thirsting lakes | |
We grow weary fro the searing heat | |
Disturb no this sleep | |
Distort not this placid sea | |
This is the hour of extinction | |
A respite in the shedding of the weight of life | |
Life ebbing away | |
One scorched | |
Three burning | |
Worlds given to hell | |
And man is reduced to cinders | |
How lightly we tread | |
Never regenerate | |
We ashen sisters | |
Restore and melt again | |
The ash in the lungs of arsonists is deadly | |
This is the uncreation of man | |
Mothers | |
How will we breathe |