Song | Wrathcast |
Artist | Dawn of Relic |
Album | Lovecraftian Dark |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Juntunen | |
Take me away | |
Take me away I hate this place | |
It saturates | |
Darkened dreams now awake | |
Dream me away | |
Carry away and fuck this race | |
Can take the pain | |
But I once wanna see a honest face | |
Fade away | |
Your weak souls are so tender prey | |
Saturates | |
Blackened earth consume your flesh | |
Flesh... | |
So weak pests | |
Hollow thoughts rest | |
In their empty Christian nests | |
Wrathcast ! | |
Harvest moon stares at the sky | |
Lorn are the ones who cry | |
O'er the savage hills of north | |
Wraiths that flee the dawn | |
Fade away | |
Your weak souls are so tender prey | |
Saturates | |
Blackened earth consumes your flesh | |
Harvest moon | |
Wanes before the dawning sun | |
Harvest moon | |
The End is near I can feel it comes... |
zuo qu : Juntunen | |
Take me away | |
Take me away I hate this place | |
It saturates | |
Darkened dreams now awake | |
Dream me away | |
Carry away and fuck this race | |
Can take the pain | |
But I once wanna see a honest face | |
Fade away | |
Your weak souls are so tender prey | |
Saturates | |
Blackened earth consume your flesh | |
Flesh... | |
So weak pests | |
Hollow thoughts rest | |
In their empty Christian nests | |
Wrathcast nbsp! | |
Harvest moon stares at the sky | |
Lorn are the ones who cry | |
O' er the savage hills of north | |
Wraiths that flee the dawn | |
Fade away | |
Your weak souls are so tender prey | |
Saturates | |
Blackened earth consumes your flesh | |
Harvest moon | |
Wanes before the dawning sun | |
Harvest moon | |
The End is near I can feel it comes... |
zuò qǔ : Juntunen | |
Take me away | |
Take me away I hate this place | |
It saturates | |
Darkened dreams now awake | |
Dream me away | |
Carry away and fuck this race | |
Can take the pain | |
But I once wanna see a honest face | |
Fade away | |
Your weak souls are so tender prey | |
Saturates | |
Blackened earth consume your flesh | |
Flesh... | |
So weak pests | |
Hollow thoughts rest | |
In their empty Christian nests | |
Wrathcast nbsp! | |
Harvest moon stares at the sky | |
Lorn are the ones who cry | |
O' er the savage hills of north | |
Wraiths that flee the dawn | |
Fade away | |
Your weak souls are so tender prey | |
Saturates | |
Blackened earth consumes your flesh | |
Harvest moon | |
Wanes before the dawning sun | |
Harvest moon | |
The End is near I can feel it comes... |