| Song | In the Rectory |
| Artist | Reverend Bizarre |
| Album | In the Rectory of the Bizarre Reverend |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Albert, Reverend Bizarre | |
| Trough the | |
| Circle of | |
| Dawn I shall lead my race | |
| From which | |
| I was born | |
| At the hallowed place | |
| Keepers of the | |
| Black Steel | |
| Hiders of the | |
| Flame Our time has come | |
| To accomplish the claim | |
| Oh yeah Climbing on the | |
| Mountain Reaching for the | |
| Sun Searching for the | |
| Temple Where it all begun | |
| Beholding at the cosmos | |
| The Moon is so far | |
| You're about to meet | |
| Reverend Bizarre | |
| Oh Lord have mercy | |
| All right now! | |
| We ride like a patrol of angels within a gloomy black sky | |
| As the course of our path changes there is the | |
| Fire where the butterflies die | |
| Dirty runes glorify grey stones, relics from the ancient times | |
| Earthly worms reaping my bones, raping flesh hiding these crimes | |
| Can I hear the singing of my lover or have | |
| I lost my sight? | |
| From this sleep am | |
| I able to recover or is it mine, the never-ending night? | |
| Dance begins, won't you join me? | |
| Middle of garden where dreams grow | |
| Nightly forests worship your beauty | |
| Deep inside winds won't blow | |
| This is a journey to better world | |
| By the leaves of these flowers | |
| Sealed gates protecting this garden | |
| Keep on dancing for thousand hours |
| zuo qu : Albert, Reverend Bizarre | |
| Trough the | |
| Circle of | |
| Dawn I shall lead my race | |
| From which | |
| I was born | |
| At the hallowed place | |
| Keepers of the | |
| Black Steel | |
| Hiders of the | |
| Flame Our time has come | |
| To accomplish the claim | |
| Oh yeah Climbing on the | |
| Mountain Reaching for the | |
| Sun Searching for the | |
| Temple Where it all begun | |
| Beholding at the cosmos | |
| The Moon is so far | |
| You' re about to meet | |
| Reverend Bizarre | |
| Oh Lord have mercy | |
| All right now! | |
| We ride like a patrol of angels within a gloomy black sky | |
| As the course of our path changes there is the | |
| Fire where the butterflies die | |
| Dirty runes glorify grey stones, relics from the ancient times | |
| Earthly worms reaping my bones, raping flesh hiding these crimes | |
| Can I hear the singing of my lover or have | |
| I lost my sight? | |
| From this sleep am | |
| I able to recover or is it mine, the neverending night? | |
| Dance begins, won' t you join me? | |
| Middle of garden where dreams grow | |
| Nightly forests worship your beauty | |
| Deep inside winds won' t blow | |
| This is a journey to better world | |
| By the leaves of these flowers | |
| Sealed gates protecting this garden | |
| Keep on dancing for thousand hours |
| zuò qǔ : Albert, Reverend Bizarre | |
| Trough the | |
| Circle of | |
| Dawn I shall lead my race | |
| From which | |
| I was born | |
| At the hallowed place | |
| Keepers of the | |
| Black Steel | |
| Hiders of the | |
| Flame Our time has come | |
| To accomplish the claim | |
| Oh yeah Climbing on the | |
| Mountain Reaching for the | |
| Sun Searching for the | |
| Temple Where it all begun | |
| Beholding at the cosmos | |
| The Moon is so far | |
| You' re about to meet | |
| Reverend Bizarre | |
| Oh Lord have mercy | |
| All right now! | |
| We ride like a patrol of angels within a gloomy black sky | |
| As the course of our path changes there is the | |
| Fire where the butterflies die | |
| Dirty runes glorify grey stones, relics from the ancient times | |
| Earthly worms reaping my bones, raping flesh hiding these crimes | |
| Can I hear the singing of my lover or have | |
| I lost my sight? | |
| From this sleep am | |
| I able to recover or is it mine, the neverending night? | |
| Dance begins, won' t you join me? | |
| Middle of garden where dreams grow | |
| Nightly forests worship your beauty | |
| Deep inside winds won' t blow | |
| This is a journey to better world | |
| By the leaves of these flowers | |
| Sealed gates protecting this garden | |
| Keep on dancing for thousand hours |