Song | Rider of the Last Day |
Artist | Tarot |
Album | Suffer Our Pleasures |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Hietela, Tolsa | |
The flesh is weak, the bones are brittle, the blood is thin. | |
I'm a father, brother, lover to all you sisters of sin. | |
My soul was never sold, | |
I gave it away for free. | |
No conscience worries, just me. | |
I'm the rider of the last day. | |
The rider of the last day. | |
Better lose your dreams on me. | |
They were wasted anyway. | |
The stars are my brothers, they're calling me to shine. | |
Into the deep dark cold, all this emptiness is mine. | |
Here's my hand, take it and | |
I'll share it all with you. | |
There are no saviours but one and you know who. | |
I'm the rider... | |
Bathe in the coolness of meteor rain. | |
Walk unscarred through the bullet hail. | |
Feet in the mud, fist to the sky. | |
Draw strength from the lightning spitting my eye. | |
Lost from holiness, | |
I couldn't care less. | |
Drudgery for the masses of the hopeless. | |
Wide-eyed hypnosis, just stare your life away. | |
Build in my castle from your shreds, burn it down on judgement day. | |
I'm the rider... |
zuo qu : Hietela, Tolsa | |
The flesh is weak, the bones are brittle, the blood is thin. | |
I' m a father, brother, lover to all you sisters of sin. | |
My soul was never sold, | |
I gave it away for free. | |
No conscience worries, just me. | |
I' m the rider of the last day. | |
The rider of the last day. | |
Better lose your dreams on me. | |
They were wasted anyway. | |
The stars are my brothers, they' re calling me to shine. | |
Into the deep dark cold, all this emptiness is mine. | |
Here' s my hand, take it and | |
I' ll share it all with you. | |
There are no saviours but one and you know who. | |
I' m the rider... | |
Bathe in the coolness of meteor rain. | |
Walk unscarred through the bullet hail. | |
Feet in the mud, fist to the sky. | |
Draw strength from the lightning spitting my eye. | |
Lost from holiness, | |
I couldn' t care less. | |
Drudgery for the masses of the hopeless. | |
Wideeyed hypnosis, just stare your life away. | |
Build in my castle from your shreds, burn it down on judgement day. | |
I' m the rider... |
zuò qǔ : Hietela, Tolsa | |
The flesh is weak, the bones are brittle, the blood is thin. | |
I' m a father, brother, lover to all you sisters of sin. | |
My soul was never sold, | |
I gave it away for free. | |
No conscience worries, just me. | |
I' m the rider of the last day. | |
The rider of the last day. | |
Better lose your dreams on me. | |
They were wasted anyway. | |
The stars are my brothers, they' re calling me to shine. | |
Into the deep dark cold, all this emptiness is mine. | |
Here' s my hand, take it and | |
I' ll share it all with you. | |
There are no saviours but one and you know who. | |
I' m the rider... | |
Bathe in the coolness of meteor rain. | |
Walk unscarred through the bullet hail. | |
Feet in the mud, fist to the sky. | |
Draw strength from the lightning spitting my eye. | |
Lost from holiness, | |
I couldn' t care less. | |
Drudgery for the masses of the hopeless. | |
Wideeyed hypnosis, just stare your life away. | |
Build in my castle from your shreds, burn it down on judgement day. | |
I' m the rider... |