| Song | From Your Grave |
| Artist | The Absence |
| Album | From Your Grave |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Absence, Joseph, Pintaville ... | |
| the bitter wind drifts | |
| through the apparition | |
| a sleep that heavies the neck through the noose | |
| a stretch of song | |
| and deep in this shallow grave | |
| burning bitter and bleak from this whimpered taste | |
| of your weakness | |
| fallen so low | |
| sunken deep and black from this broken vow | |
| of your weakness | |
| fallen so low | |
| sunken deep and black from this broken vow | |
| Arise | |
| From Your Grave | |
| Arise | |
| where the black rains | |
| falling upon | |
| the everlasting to all of our losses | |
| calling from the dead of night | |
| hollow from the breath of my prayers now lost | |
| burning fevers | |
| in the shadows and in the embrace | |
| where they stagger, where they fall, and where they lay | |
| where the rains, won't wash away | |
| because as I burn what I feel as I sink into the killing fields | |
| the prevail is running you out of time | |
| while you wither, while death walks beside | |
| Arise | |
| From Your Grave | |
| Arise | |
| where the black rains | |
| falling upon | |
| the everlasting to all of our losses | |
| calling from the dead of night | |
| hollow from the breath of my prayers now lost | |
| the sweetness holding the salt | |
| to the serpents tongue, seconds before the fall | |
| keeping heads above the frey and keeping hell one heart beat away | |
| Arise | |
| From Your Grave | |
| Arise | |
| From Your Grave | |
| Arise | |
| Arise | |
| From Your Grave | |
| Arise | |
| Arise | |
| From Your Grave |
| zuo qu : Absence, Joseph, Pintaville ... | |
| the bitter wind drifts | |
| through the apparition | |
| a sleep that heavies the neck through the noose | |
| a stretch of song | |
| and deep in this shallow grave | |
| burning bitter and bleak from this whimpered taste | |
| of your weakness | |
| fallen so low | |
| sunken deep and black from this broken vow | |
| of your weakness | |
| fallen so low | |
| sunken deep and black from this broken vow | |
| Arise | |
| From Your Grave | |
| Arise | |
| where the black rains | |
| falling upon | |
| the everlasting to all of our losses | |
| calling from the dead of night | |
| hollow from the breath of my prayers now lost | |
| burning fevers | |
| in the shadows and in the embrace | |
| where they stagger, where they fall, and where they lay | |
| where the rains, won' t wash away | |
| because as I burn what I feel as I sink into the killing fields | |
| the prevail is running you out of time | |
| while you wither, while death walks beside | |
| Arise | |
| From Your Grave | |
| Arise | |
| where the black rains | |
| falling upon | |
| the everlasting to all of our losses | |
| calling from the dead of night | |
| hollow from the breath of my prayers now lost | |
| the sweetness holding the salt | |
| to the serpents tongue, seconds before the fall | |
| keeping heads above the frey and keeping hell one heart beat away | |
| Arise | |
| From Your Grave | |
| Arise | |
| From Your Grave | |
| Arise | |
| Arise | |
| From Your Grave | |
| Arise | |
| Arise | |
| From Your Grave |
| zuò qǔ : Absence, Joseph, Pintaville ... | |
| the bitter wind drifts | |
| through the apparition | |
| a sleep that heavies the neck through the noose | |
| a stretch of song | |
| and deep in this shallow grave | |
| burning bitter and bleak from this whimpered taste | |
| of your weakness | |
| fallen so low | |
| sunken deep and black from this broken vow | |
| of your weakness | |
| fallen so low | |
| sunken deep and black from this broken vow | |
| Arise | |
| From Your Grave | |
| Arise | |
| where the black rains | |
| falling upon | |
| the everlasting to all of our losses | |
| calling from the dead of night | |
| hollow from the breath of my prayers now lost | |
| burning fevers | |
| in the shadows and in the embrace | |
| where they stagger, where they fall, and where they lay | |
| where the rains, won' t wash away | |
| because as I burn what I feel as I sink into the killing fields | |
| the prevail is running you out of time | |
| while you wither, while death walks beside | |
| Arise | |
| From Your Grave | |
| Arise | |
| where the black rains | |
| falling upon | |
| the everlasting to all of our losses | |
| calling from the dead of night | |
| hollow from the breath of my prayers now lost | |
| the sweetness holding the salt | |
| to the serpents tongue, seconds before the fall | |
| keeping heads above the frey and keeping hell one heart beat away | |
| Arise | |
| From Your Grave | |
| Arise | |
| From Your Grave | |
| Arise | |
| Arise | |
| From Your Grave | |
| Arise | |
| Arise | |
| From Your Grave |