Song | Army Of The Dying Sun |
Artist | This Ending |
Album | Dead Harvest |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Nirbrant, Pignon ... | |
In splendour we progress | |
This whimsical world | |
All we consume | |
And let time progress | |
Blessed are the blind for they see no evil | |
Every moment a chance, a chance to forget | |
Like animals we flee from the flames | |
Ignorance conceals the blood on our hands | |
There is no goal | |
Abstract faith our shelter | |
Spiritual self-medication | |
And the faithness are lost | |
Blessed are the blind for they see no evil | |
Every moment a chance, a chance to forget | |
Like animals we flee from the flames | |
Ignorance conceals the blood on our hands | |
Conducting our own end | |
With sublime paradox | |
We are the army | |
Of the dying sun | |
Blood loss of an entire people | |
We draw the lies of this self-imposed evil | |
There is no hope, our spirit is broken | |
Choked out by our own hand | |
Shed no tears for this our demise | |
We are the makers of this ending | |
Architects of downfall, diplomats of suicide | |
We are the army of the dying sun | |
[Solo: L. Pignon] |
zuo qu : Nirbrant, Pignon ... | |
In splendour we progress | |
This whimsical world | |
All we consume | |
And let time progress | |
Blessed are the blind for they see no evil | |
Every moment a chance, a chance to forget | |
Like animals we flee from the flames | |
Ignorance conceals the blood on our hands | |
There is no goal | |
Abstract faith our shelter | |
Spiritual selfmedication | |
And the faithness are lost | |
Blessed are the blind for they see no evil | |
Every moment a chance, a chance to forget | |
Like animals we flee from the flames | |
Ignorance conceals the blood on our hands | |
Conducting our own end | |
With sublime paradox | |
We are the army | |
Of the dying sun | |
Blood loss of an entire people | |
We draw the lies of this selfimposed evil | |
There is no hope, our spirit is broken | |
Choked out by our own hand | |
Shed no tears for this our demise | |
We are the makers of this ending | |
Architects of downfall, diplomats of suicide | |
We are the army of the dying sun | |
Solo: L. Pignon |
zuò qǔ : Nirbrant, Pignon ... | |
In splendour we progress | |
This whimsical world | |
All we consume | |
And let time progress | |
Blessed are the blind for they see no evil | |
Every moment a chance, a chance to forget | |
Like animals we flee from the flames | |
Ignorance conceals the blood on our hands | |
There is no goal | |
Abstract faith our shelter | |
Spiritual selfmedication | |
And the faithness are lost | |
Blessed are the blind for they see no evil | |
Every moment a chance, a chance to forget | |
Like animals we flee from the flames | |
Ignorance conceals the blood on our hands | |
Conducting our own end | |
With sublime paradox | |
We are the army | |
Of the dying sun | |
Blood loss of an entire people | |
We draw the lies of this selfimposed evil | |
There is no hope, our spirit is broken | |
Choked out by our own hand | |
Shed no tears for this our demise | |
We are the makers of this ending | |
Architects of downfall, diplomats of suicide | |
We are the army of the dying sun | |
Solo: L. Pignon |