Song | Ghost of Fallen Grace |
Artist | Revolution Renaissance |
Album | Age of Aquarius |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.027] | Barrens of nowhere land |
[00:03.007] | The scars of a lone man |
[00:06.077] | A once powerful ship crumbles from the rust |
[00:12.058] | Skeletons that wilt to dust |
[00:17.006] | Sands shift on the plain |
[00:19.099] | As the wind stirs up the memories of mine |
[00:25.098] | I hear whispers |
[01:01.461] | Searching through decaying ruins |
[01:04.656] | Digging for spiritual druids |
[01:07.912] | Fragments of emotional atrocities |
[01:14.410] | Concealing my hypocrisies |
[01:18.260] | On the blazing desert sun |
[01:21.598] | Glares down on the deeds |
[01:24.557] | That I have done |
[01:28.188] | As sweat drips from my face, feel my skin start to crawl |
[01:41.588] | I catch a glimpse of the Ghost of fallen grace |
[02:00.327] | Making my way across this wasteland of tombs |
[02:10.667] | Right were the road to hell passes through |
[02:19.662] | I'm coming home |
[02:24.451] | And then I come to the place where God's Mercy is borrowed |
[02:35.583] | Entranced by the billowing smoke from the burning bridge of sorrow |
[02:51.430] | Oh~ |
[03:08.753] | Inscription on the Guardian's stone |
[03:12.743] | This reads "Poet, you've come home" “ |
[03:21.580] | As tears trace lines on my face |
[03:25.890] | Succumbing to the Ghost of fallen grace |
[03:39.235] | Making my way across this wasteland of tombs |
[03:50.027] | Right were the road to hell passes through |
[03:59.304] | I'm coming home |
[04:20.206] | Making my way across this wasteland of tombs |
[04:30.001] |
[00:00.027] | Barrens of nowhere land |
[00:03.007] | The scars of a lone man |
[00:06.077] | A once powerful ship crumbles from the rust |
[00:12.058] | Skeletons that wilt to dust |
[00:17.006] | Sands shift on the plain |
[00:19.099] | As the wind stirs up the memories of mine |
[00:25.098] | I hear whispers |
[01:01.461] | Searching through decaying ruins |
[01:04.656] | Digging for spiritual druids |
[01:07.912] | Fragments of emotional atrocities |
[01:14.410] | Concealing my hypocrisies |
[01:18.260] | On the blazing desert sun |
[01:21.598] | Glares down on the deeds |
[01:24.557] | That I have done |
[01:28.188] | As sweat drips from my face, feel my skin start to crawl |
[01:41.588] | I catch a glimpse of the Ghost of fallen grace |
[02:00.327] | Making my way across this wasteland of tombs |
[02:10.667] | Right were the road to hell passes through |
[02:19.662] | I' m coming home |
[02:24.451] | And then I come to the place where God' s Mercy is borrowed |
[02:35.583] | Entranced by the billowing smoke from the burning bridge of sorrow |
[02:51.430] | Oh |
[03:08.753] | Inscription on the Guardian' s stone |
[03:12.743] | This reads " Poet, you' ve come home" " |
[03:21.580] | As tears trace lines on my face |
[03:25.890] | Succumbing to the Ghost of fallen grace |
[03:39.235] | Making my way across this wasteland of tombs |
[03:50.027] | Right were the road to hell passes through |
[03:59.304] | I' m coming home |
[04:20.206] | Making my way across this wasteland of tombs |
[04:30.001] |
[00:00.027] | Barrens of nowhere land |
[00:03.007] | The scars of a lone man |
[00:06.077] | A once powerful ship crumbles from the rust |
[00:12.058] | Skeletons that wilt to dust |
[00:17.006] | Sands shift on the plain |
[00:19.099] | As the wind stirs up the memories of mine |
[00:25.098] | I hear whispers |
[01:01.461] | Searching through decaying ruins |
[01:04.656] | Digging for spiritual druids |
[01:07.912] | Fragments of emotional atrocities |
[01:14.410] | Concealing my hypocrisies |
[01:18.260] | On the blazing desert sun |
[01:21.598] | Glares down on the deeds |
[01:24.557] | That I have done |
[01:28.188] | As sweat drips from my face, feel my skin start to crawl |
[01:41.588] | I catch a glimpse of the Ghost of fallen grace |
[02:00.327] | Making my way across this wasteland of tombs |
[02:10.667] | Right were the road to hell passes through |
[02:19.662] | I' m coming home |
[02:24.451] | And then I come to the place where God' s Mercy is borrowed |
[02:35.583] | Entranced by the billowing smoke from the burning bridge of sorrow |
[02:51.430] | Oh |
[03:08.753] | Inscription on the Guardian' s stone |
[03:12.743] | This reads " Poet, you' ve come home" " |
[03:21.580] | As tears trace lines on my face |
[03:25.890] | Succumbing to the Ghost of fallen grace |
[03:39.235] | Making my way across this wasteland of tombs |
[03:50.027] | Right were the road to hell passes through |
[03:59.304] | I' m coming home |
[04:20.206] | Making my way across this wasteland of tombs |
[04:30.001] |