Song | The Songless Bird |
Artist | My Dying Bride |
Album | Turn Loose the Swans |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : My Dying Bride | |
The very deepest of your wishes. | |
Climb up high, take my hand. | |
Tread carefully through these sickening angels. | |
Look at your god. | |
look at the way he stands. | |
The uterine murderess dies herself. | |
Let me show you all my pain. | |
Sardonyx lays waste to your eyes and leaves you blind. | |
Gone is the day. | |
They that did feed, delicately. | |
Feed on me. | |
The call has come, from bird and beast. | |
Insect and serpent, and all that lives in the sea. | |
And cities of fire, rip through me. | |
My life a widower sad. | |
On your knees, smell your disease. | |
If i live you will be sorry. | |
I have a thousand forms. | |
Uninjured by your tongue. | |
I'm working to ensnare you. | |
Couple your name with cruelty. | |
The mother of dying children. | |
My hatred is unnumbered. | |
It rises in my breast. | |
We've lived with our suffering. | |
But now...? |
zuo ci : My Dying Bride | |
The very deepest of your wishes. | |
Climb up high, take my hand. | |
Tread carefully through these sickening angels. | |
Look at your god. | |
look at the way he stands. | |
The uterine murderess dies herself. | |
Let me show you all my pain. | |
Sardonyx lays waste to your eyes and leaves you blind. | |
Gone is the day. | |
They that did feed, delicately. | |
Feed on me. | |
The call has come, from bird and beast. | |
Insect and serpent, and all that lives in the sea. | |
And cities of fire, rip through me. | |
My life a widower sad. | |
On your knees, smell your disease. | |
If i live you will be sorry. | |
I have a thousand forms. | |
Uninjured by your tongue. | |
I' m working to ensnare you. | |
Couple your name with cruelty. | |
The mother of dying children. | |
My hatred is unnumbered. | |
It rises in my breast. | |
We' ve lived with our suffering. | |
But now...? |
zuò cí : My Dying Bride | |
The very deepest of your wishes. | |
Climb up high, take my hand. | |
Tread carefully through these sickening angels. | |
Look at your god. | |
look at the way he stands. | |
The uterine murderess dies herself. | |
Let me show you all my pain. | |
Sardonyx lays waste to your eyes and leaves you blind. | |
Gone is the day. | |
They that did feed, delicately. | |
Feed on me. | |
The call has come, from bird and beast. | |
Insect and serpent, and all that lives in the sea. | |
And cities of fire, rip through me. | |
My life a widower sad. | |
On your knees, smell your disease. | |
If i live you will be sorry. | |
I have a thousand forms. | |
Uninjured by your tongue. | |
I' m working to ensnare you. | |
Couple your name with cruelty. | |
The mother of dying children. | |
My hatred is unnumbered. | |
It rises in my breast. | |
We' ve lived with our suffering. | |
But now...? |