Song | Raven Claws |
Artist | Moonspell |
Album | Irreligious |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Moonspell | |
I remember her as a child | |
Raven...on and on with her raven claws | |
Carving...on and on with her raven claws | |
How she lusts when she remembers | |
The night of her first blow | |
She aways wanted to know | |
How far could she really go | |
Inflamed, a dead-end room | |
Seduce to consume | |
Nightsilence...Vampire...Empire | |
Statues with open wounds | |
The flavour of poison and moon | |
Still maturing on her bood | |
She is not your occasional affair, no! | |
But eternal love, drop by drop... | |
Raven...on and on with her raven claws | |
Carving...on and on with her raven claws | |
How daylight hurts when moonlight bites | |
She juggles with her invisible knife | |
A black bird senses danger and fies | |
Gives place to a tall figure in dark | |
Little silhouette snakes find | |
a warm nest behind the door | |
And whip-tongues and skins | |
of sisters now gone. | |
Bodyprints cover the velvet floor | |
Which grows red and red | |
They know she will hunt and hurt tonight | |
And they crown her Queen of the Dead. | |
Raven...on and on with her raven claws | |
Raping...on and on with her raven clwas | |
Will she weep for them or whip them once again? |
zuo ci : Moonspell | |
I remember her as a child | |
Raven... on and on with her raven claws | |
Carving... on and on with her raven claws | |
How she lusts when she remembers | |
The night of her first blow | |
She aways wanted to know | |
How far could she really go | |
Inflamed, a deadend room | |
Seduce to consume | |
Nightsilence... Vampire... Empire | |
Statues with open wounds | |
The flavour of poison and moon | |
Still maturing on her bood | |
She is not your occasional affair, no! | |
But eternal love, drop by drop... | |
Raven... on and on with her raven claws | |
Carving... on and on with her raven claws | |
How daylight hurts when moonlight bites | |
She juggles with her invisible knife | |
A black bird senses danger and fies | |
Gives place to a tall figure in dark | |
Little silhouette snakes find | |
a warm nest behind the door | |
And whiptongues and skins | |
of sisters now gone. | |
Bodyprints cover the velvet floor | |
Which grows red and red | |
They know she will hunt and hurt tonight | |
And they crown her Queen of the Dead. | |
Raven... on and on with her raven claws | |
Raping... on and on with her raven clwas | |
Will she weep for them or whip them once again? |
zuò cí : Moonspell | |
I remember her as a child | |
Raven... on and on with her raven claws | |
Carving... on and on with her raven claws | |
How she lusts when she remembers | |
The night of her first blow | |
She aways wanted to know | |
How far could she really go | |
Inflamed, a deadend room | |
Seduce to consume | |
Nightsilence... Vampire... Empire | |
Statues with open wounds | |
The flavour of poison and moon | |
Still maturing on her bood | |
She is not your occasional affair, no! | |
But eternal love, drop by drop... | |
Raven... on and on with her raven claws | |
Carving... on and on with her raven claws | |
How daylight hurts when moonlight bites | |
She juggles with her invisible knife | |
A black bird senses danger and fies | |
Gives place to a tall figure in dark | |
Little silhouette snakes find | |
a warm nest behind the door | |
And whiptongues and skins | |
of sisters now gone. | |
Bodyprints cover the velvet floor | |
Which grows red and red | |
They know she will hunt and hurt tonight | |
And they crown her Queen of the Dead. | |
Raven... on and on with her raven claws | |
Raping... on and on with her raven clwas | |
Will she weep for them or whip them once again? |