Song | Distance Will Save Us |
Artist | Madder Mortem |
Album | Deadlands |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Agnete, Madder Mortem | |
This is where the bodies fell | |
Feel the pressure on the surface | |
Too long buried arrogance | |
Rising up to reign | |
Palpable and crystal pure | |
Sovereign and without master | |
Perfected and far too sure | |
It is on its way | |
Save us Stay your hand | |
We are born too far from morality | |
This is where it all began, | |
Where the wounds were left to fester | |
Here the feeder will unhand | |
Those that could not choose | |
Here, at last, it all comes true | |
See the pity and devotion | |
In the scar that marks you, too | |
It is on its way | |
Save us Stay your hand | |
We are born too far from morality | |
The stones in our hands uncloud the senses | |
No time for demands, time moves against us | |
Dawn is breaking in the clouds and the starkness of light is blinding | |
Give us a moment to savour your face and to worship and love our murder | |
Save us Stay your hand | |
All we need is one more chance at life |
zuo qu : Agnete, Madder Mortem | |
This is where the bodies fell | |
Feel the pressure on the surface | |
Too long buried arrogance | |
Rising up to reign | |
Palpable and crystal pure | |
Sovereign and without master | |
Perfected and far too sure | |
It is on its way | |
Save us Stay your hand | |
We are born too far from morality | |
This is where it all began, | |
Where the wounds were left to fester | |
Here the feeder will unhand | |
Those that could not choose | |
Here, at last, it all comes true | |
See the pity and devotion | |
In the scar that marks you, too | |
It is on its way | |
Save us Stay your hand | |
We are born too far from morality | |
The stones in our hands uncloud the senses | |
No time for demands, time moves against us | |
Dawn is breaking in the clouds and the starkness of light is blinding | |
Give us a moment to savour your face and to worship and love our murder | |
Save us Stay your hand | |
All we need is one more chance at life |
zuò qǔ : Agnete, Madder Mortem | |
This is where the bodies fell | |
Feel the pressure on the surface | |
Too long buried arrogance | |
Rising up to reign | |
Palpable and crystal pure | |
Sovereign and without master | |
Perfected and far too sure | |
It is on its way | |
Save us Stay your hand | |
We are born too far from morality | |
This is where it all began, | |
Where the wounds were left to fester | |
Here the feeder will unhand | |
Those that could not choose | |
Here, at last, it all comes true | |
See the pity and devotion | |
In the scar that marks you, too | |
It is on its way | |
Save us Stay your hand | |
We are born too far from morality | |
The stones in our hands uncloud the senses | |
No time for demands, time moves against us | |
Dawn is breaking in the clouds and the starkness of light is blinding | |
Give us a moment to savour your face and to worship and love our murder | |
Save us Stay your hand | |
All we need is one more chance at life |