Song | Kissing The Beast |
Artist | Venom |
Album | Kissing The Beast |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bray, Dolan, Dunn | |
Fixtures immensely beholding the force holy benevolence deadly remorse | |
Tearing the lining and saving the flow dropping the heartrate enclosing the soul | |
Lest we remember the deadly command hour upon us and close at hand | |
Now in our coldness our heart has begun needing the heat from the earth and the sun | |
Cold as ice trapped in the earth cold as ice needing the sun | |
Kissing the beast as he lies underneath scratching your heart with soulful belief | |
Awaiting the call to enrapture your life holding you still as he's holding the knife | |
Nine bladed sword as the whore can recall dissecting the innocent under the fall | |
Cracking the surface the air is still fresh only below us the mad stench of death | |
Kissing the beast as he lies underneath scratching your heart with soulful belief | |
Awaiting the call to enrapture your life holding you still as he's holding the knife | |
Lest we remember the deadly command hour upon us and close at hand | |
Now in our coldness our heart has begun needing the heat from the earth and the sun | |
Cold as ice trapped in the earth cold as ice needing the sun | |
Fixtures immensely beholding the force holy benevolence deadly remorse | |
Tearing the lining and saving the flow dropping the heartrate enclosing the soul | |
Nine bladed sword as the whore can recall dissecting the innocence under the fall | |
Cracking the surface the air is still fresh only below us the mad stench of death | |
A prince or a pauper or lunatic king son of a daughter shrouded in sin | |
His kingdom in madnness and sadness and shame | |
The song is still young and illusion's the game |
zuo ci : Bray, Dolan, Dunn | |
Fixtures immensely beholding the force holy benevolence deadly remorse | |
Tearing the lining and saving the flow dropping the heartrate enclosing the soul | |
Lest we remember the deadly command hour upon us and close at hand | |
Now in our coldness our heart has begun needing the heat from the earth and the sun | |
Cold as ice trapped in the earth cold as ice needing the sun | |
Kissing the beast as he lies underneath scratching your heart with soulful belief | |
Awaiting the call to enrapture your life holding you still as he' s holding the knife | |
Nine bladed sword as the whore can recall dissecting the innocent under the fall | |
Cracking the surface the air is still fresh only below us the mad stench of death | |
Kissing the beast as he lies underneath scratching your heart with soulful belief | |
Awaiting the call to enrapture your life holding you still as he' s holding the knife | |
Lest we remember the deadly command hour upon us and close at hand | |
Now in our coldness our heart has begun needing the heat from the earth and the sun | |
Cold as ice trapped in the earth cold as ice needing the sun | |
Fixtures immensely beholding the force holy benevolence deadly remorse | |
Tearing the lining and saving the flow dropping the heartrate enclosing the soul | |
Nine bladed sword as the whore can recall dissecting the innocence under the fall | |
Cracking the surface the air is still fresh only below us the mad stench of death | |
A prince or a pauper or lunatic king son of a daughter shrouded in sin | |
His kingdom in madnness and sadness and shame | |
The song is still young and illusion' s the game |
zuò cí : Bray, Dolan, Dunn | |
Fixtures immensely beholding the force holy benevolence deadly remorse | |
Tearing the lining and saving the flow dropping the heartrate enclosing the soul | |
Lest we remember the deadly command hour upon us and close at hand | |
Now in our coldness our heart has begun needing the heat from the earth and the sun | |
Cold as ice trapped in the earth cold as ice needing the sun | |
Kissing the beast as he lies underneath scratching your heart with soulful belief | |
Awaiting the call to enrapture your life holding you still as he' s holding the knife | |
Nine bladed sword as the whore can recall dissecting the innocent under the fall | |
Cracking the surface the air is still fresh only below us the mad stench of death | |
Kissing the beast as he lies underneath scratching your heart with soulful belief | |
Awaiting the call to enrapture your life holding you still as he' s holding the knife | |
Lest we remember the deadly command hour upon us and close at hand | |
Now in our coldness our heart has begun needing the heat from the earth and the sun | |
Cold as ice trapped in the earth cold as ice needing the sun | |
Fixtures immensely beholding the force holy benevolence deadly remorse | |
Tearing the lining and saving the flow dropping the heartrate enclosing the soul | |
Nine bladed sword as the whore can recall dissecting the innocence under the fall | |
Cracking the surface the air is still fresh only below us the mad stench of death | |
A prince or a pauper or lunatic king son of a daughter shrouded in sin | |
His kingdom in madnness and sadness and shame | |
The song is still young and illusion' s the game |