My Sanctuary Lyrics
| Song | My Sanctuary |
| Artist | Schwein |
| Album | Schweinstein |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Raymond Watts/櫻井敦司 |
| [02:01.819] | …Doubting |
| [02:06.574] | …Trying |
| [02:09.745] | Not to look at the face of the man who is dying |
| [02:15.705] | To look for the face of the man who is lying |
| [02:21.120] | The amber gambler is low and loaded |
| [02:25.610] | His rusty steed turns to burn into my soul |
| [02:29.281] | I hear the cries |
| [02:30.717] | My body lies in sanctuary |
| [02:32.958] | The long way home I cannot seek |
| [02:35.558] | He knows the pain its special place |
| [02:37.861] | I know its look I know your face |
| [02:39.951] | 美しきが この目を潰す |
| [02:42.597] | Bright whites the killing kind |
| [02:44.838] | 罪より 罰は愛され |
| [02:47.241] | Two blacks don't make a white |
| [02:49.792] | この激情 捨て去られる運命 |
| [02:52.443] | The broke of my broken dreams |
| [02:54.690] | 目に映る この世は 地獄と言う |
| [02:57.027] | My cell is my sanctuary |
| [03:17.552] | There's a black space where my soul should be |
| [03:20.837] | A gaping wound where my heart could be |
| [03:23.113] | I feel so low I feel like Christ |
| [03:25.605] | I see my head is turning white and |
| [03:27.927] | The knuckles twisted raw and I'm so empty |
| [03:31.160] | And there's no respite |
| [03:32.931] | You prey together on the small |
| [03:36.050] | Hell-vision shows it every night |
| [03:38.248] | 美しきが この目を潰す |
| [03:40.608] | Bright whites the killing kind |
| [03:43.081] | 罪より 罰は愛され |
| [03:45.537] | Two blacks don't make a white |
| [03:47.860] | この激情 捨て去られる運命 |
| [03:50.542] | The broke of my broken dreams |
| [03:52.961] | 目に映る この世は 地獄と言う |
| [03:55.329] | My cell is my sanctuary |
| [04:15.817] | There's a black space where my soul should be |
| [04:18.935] | A gaping wound where my heart could be |
| [04:21.507] | I feel so low I feel like Christ |
| [04:23.766] | I see my head is turning white and |
| [04:26.169] | The knuckles twisted raw and I'm so empty |
| [04:29.376] | And there's no respite |
| [04:31.077] | You prey together on the small |
| [04:33.933] | Hell-vision shows it every night |
| [04:36.497] | White silver draws black lies |
| [04:39.044] | Bright whites the killing kind |
| [04:41.231] | Two wrongs don't make a right |
| [04:43.696] | Two blacks don't make a white |
| [04:46.136] | Devotion isn't what it seems |
| [04:48.552] | The broker of my broken dreams |
| [04:51.138] | Hell is all that I see |
| [04:53.388] | My cell is my sanctuary |
| [04:56.199] | my sanctuary |
| [04:59.376] | my sanctuary |
| [05:01.562] | my sanctuary |
| [05:03.461] | sacri… |
| [06:16.735] | There's a black space where my soul should be |
| [06:20.253] | A gaping wound where my heart could be |
| [06:22.690] | I feel so low I feel like Christ |
| [06:25.020] | I see my head is turning white and |
| [06:27.396] | The knuckles twisted raw and I'm so empty |
| [06:30.520] | And there's no respite |
| [06:32.192] | You prey together on the small |
| [06:35.268] | Hell-vision shows it every night |
| [06:37.853] | The amber gambler is low and loaded |
| [06:42.457] | His rusty steed turns to burn into my soul |
| [06:46.110] | I hear the cries |
| [06:47.197] | My body lies in sanctuary |
| [06:49.778] | The long way home is what I cannot seek |
| [06:52.209] | He knows the pain its special place |
| [06:54.538] | And I know its look I know your face |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Raymond Watts ying jing dun si |
| [02:01.819] | Doubting |
| [02:06.574] | Trying |
| [02:09.745] | Not to look at the face of the man who is dying |
| [02:15.705] | To look for the face of the man who is lying |
| [02:21.120] | The amber gambler is low and loaded |
| [02:25.610] | His rusty steed turns to burn into my soul |
| [02:29.281] | I hear the cries |
| [02:30.717] | My body lies in sanctuary |
| [02:32.958] | The long way home I cannot seek |
| [02:35.558] | He knows the pain its special place |
| [02:37.861] | I know its look I know your face |
| [02:39.951] | mei mu kui |
| [02:42.597] | Bright whites the killing kind |
| [02:44.838] | zui fa ai |
| [02:47.241] | Two blacks don' t make a white |
| [02:49.792] | ji qing she qu yun ming |
| [02:52.443] | The broke of my broken dreams |
| [02:54.690] | mu ying shi di yu yan |
| [02:57.027] | My cell is my sanctuary |
| [03:17.552] | There' s a black space where my soul should be |
| [03:20.837] | A gaping wound where my heart could be |
| [03:23.113] | I feel so low I feel like Christ |
| [03:25.605] | I see my head is turning white and |
| [03:27.927] | The knuckles twisted raw and I' m so empty |
| [03:31.160] | And there' s no respite |
| [03:32.931] | You prey together on the small |
| [03:36.050] | Hellvision shows it every night |
| [03:38.248] | mei mu kui |
| [03:40.608] | Bright whites the killing kind |
| [03:43.081] | zui fa ai |
| [03:45.537] | Two blacks don' t make a white |
| [03:47.860] | ji qing she qu yun ming |
| [03:50.542] | The broke of my broken dreams |
| [03:52.961] | mu ying shi di yu yan |
| [03:55.329] | My cell is my sanctuary |
| [04:15.817] | There' s a black space where my soul should be |
| [04:18.935] | A gaping wound where my heart could be |
| [04:21.507] | I feel so low I feel like Christ |
| [04:23.766] | I see my head is turning white and |
| [04:26.169] | The knuckles twisted raw and I' m so empty |
| [04:29.376] | And there' s no respite |
| [04:31.077] | You prey together on the small |
| [04:33.933] | Hellvision shows it every night |
| [04:36.497] | White silver draws black lies |
| [04:39.044] | Bright whites the killing kind |
| [04:41.231] | Two wrongs don' t make a right |
| [04:43.696] | Two blacks don' t make a white |
| [04:46.136] | Devotion isn' t what it seems |
| [04:48.552] | The broker of my broken dreams |
| [04:51.138] | Hell is all that I see |
| [04:53.388] | My cell is my sanctuary |
| [04:56.199] | my sanctuary |
| [04:59.376] | my sanctuary |
| [05:01.562] | my sanctuary |
| [05:03.461] | sacri |
| [06:16.735] | There' s a black space where my soul should be |
| [06:20.253] | A gaping wound where my heart could be |
| [06:22.690] | I feel so low I feel like Christ |
| [06:25.020] | I see my head is turning white and |
| [06:27.396] | The knuckles twisted raw and I' m so empty |
| [06:30.520] | And there' s no respite |
| [06:32.192] | You prey together on the small |
| [06:35.268] | Hellvision shows it every night |
| [06:37.853] | The amber gambler is low and loaded |
| [06:42.457] | His rusty steed turns to burn into my soul |
| [06:46.110] | I hear the cries |
| [06:47.197] | My body lies in sanctuary |
| [06:49.778] | The long way home is what I cannot seek |
| [06:52.209] | He knows the pain its special place |
| [06:54.538] | And I know its look I know your face |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Raymond Watts yīng jǐng dūn sī |
| [02:01.819] | Doubting |
| [02:06.574] | Trying |
| [02:09.745] | Not to look at the face of the man who is dying |
| [02:15.705] | To look for the face of the man who is lying |
| [02:21.120] | The amber gambler is low and loaded |
| [02:25.610] | His rusty steed turns to burn into my soul |
| [02:29.281] | I hear the cries |
| [02:30.717] | My body lies in sanctuary |
| [02:32.958] | The long way home I cannot seek |
| [02:35.558] | He knows the pain its special place |
| [02:37.861] | I know its look I know your face |
| [02:39.951] | měi mù kuì |
| [02:42.597] | Bright whites the killing kind |
| [02:44.838] | zuì fá ài |
| [02:47.241] | Two blacks don' t make a white |
| [02:49.792] | jī qíng shě qù yùn mìng |
| [02:52.443] | The broke of my broken dreams |
| [02:54.690] | mù yìng shì dì yù yán |
| [02:57.027] | My cell is my sanctuary |
| [03:17.552] | There' s a black space where my soul should be |
| [03:20.837] | A gaping wound where my heart could be |
| [03:23.113] | I feel so low I feel like Christ |
| [03:25.605] | I see my head is turning white and |
| [03:27.927] | The knuckles twisted raw and I' m so empty |
| [03:31.160] | And there' s no respite |
| [03:32.931] | You prey together on the small |
| [03:36.050] | Hellvision shows it every night |
| [03:38.248] | měi mù kuì |
| [03:40.608] | Bright whites the killing kind |
| [03:43.081] | zuì fá ài |
| [03:45.537] | Two blacks don' t make a white |
| [03:47.860] | jī qíng shě qù yùn mìng |
| [03:50.542] | The broke of my broken dreams |
| [03:52.961] | mù yìng shì dì yù yán |
| [03:55.329] | My cell is my sanctuary |
| [04:15.817] | There' s a black space where my soul should be |
| [04:18.935] | A gaping wound where my heart could be |
| [04:21.507] | I feel so low I feel like Christ |
| [04:23.766] | I see my head is turning white and |
| [04:26.169] | The knuckles twisted raw and I' m so empty |
| [04:29.376] | And there' s no respite |
| [04:31.077] | You prey together on the small |
| [04:33.933] | Hellvision shows it every night |
| [04:36.497] | White silver draws black lies |
| [04:39.044] | Bright whites the killing kind |
| [04:41.231] | Two wrongs don' t make a right |
| [04:43.696] | Two blacks don' t make a white |
| [04:46.136] | Devotion isn' t what it seems |
| [04:48.552] | The broker of my broken dreams |
| [04:51.138] | Hell is all that I see |
| [04:53.388] | My cell is my sanctuary |
| [04:56.199] | my sanctuary |
| [04:59.376] | my sanctuary |
| [05:01.562] | my sanctuary |
| [05:03.461] | sacri |
| [06:16.735] | There' s a black space where my soul should be |
| [06:20.253] | A gaping wound where my heart could be |
| [06:22.690] | I feel so low I feel like Christ |
| [06:25.020] | I see my head is turning white and |
| [06:27.396] | The knuckles twisted raw and I' m so empty |
| [06:30.520] | And there' s no respite |
| [06:32.192] | You prey together on the small |
| [06:35.268] | Hellvision shows it every night |
| [06:37.853] | The amber gambler is low and loaded |
| [06:42.457] | His rusty steed turns to burn into my soul |
| [06:46.110] | I hear the cries |
| [06:47.197] | My body lies in sanctuary |
| [06:49.778] | The long way home is what I cannot seek |
| [06:52.209] | He knows the pain its special place |
| [06:54.538] | And I know its look I know your face |
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