| Song | Deeds Of A Dead Soul |
| Artist | Metal Church |
| Album | This present Wasteland |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Munroe, Vanderhoof | |
| A mystery of the universe a tale of the dead | |
| Far into the psyche and far until the end | |
| The mind it often wonders about the few and far between | |
| But in these lines I think you'll find that you will believe | |
| Oh far beyond the violent skies you can see a watchful eye | |
| His presence always shifting like the empty hands of time | |
| On broken wings he tries to sing his hateful lullaby | |
| Nobody is listening to this dull pathetic cry | |
| His death is mourned by no one, he is the shadowed one | |
| Now he plots from below these deeds of a dead soul | |
| Whispers in a wind storm carry through the night | |
| Helpless victims everywhere, all have felt his plight | |
| The scars he's left are memorable, he waits until they heal | |
| Then he comes back again, to seal the final deal | |
| Oh far beyond the violent skies you can see a watchful eye | |
| His presence always shifting like the empty hands of time | |
| On broken wings he tries to sing his hateful lullaby | |
| Nobody is listening to this dull pathetic cry | |
| His death is mourned by no one, he is the shadowed one | |
| Now he plots from below these deeds of a dead soul |
| zuo qu : Munroe, Vanderhoof | |
| A mystery of the universe a tale of the dead | |
| Far into the psyche and far until the end | |
| The mind it often wonders about the few and far between | |
| But in these lines I think you' ll find that you will believe | |
| Oh far beyond the violent skies you can see a watchful eye | |
| His presence always shifting like the empty hands of time | |
| On broken wings he tries to sing his hateful lullaby | |
| Nobody is listening to this dull pathetic cry | |
| His death is mourned by no one, he is the shadowed one | |
| Now he plots from below these deeds of a dead soul | |
| Whispers in a wind storm carry through the night | |
| Helpless victims everywhere, all have felt his plight | |
| The scars he' s left are memorable, he waits until they heal | |
| Then he comes back again, to seal the final deal | |
| Oh far beyond the violent skies you can see a watchful eye | |
| His presence always shifting like the empty hands of time | |
| On broken wings he tries to sing his hateful lullaby | |
| Nobody is listening to this dull pathetic cry | |
| His death is mourned by no one, he is the shadowed one | |
| Now he plots from below these deeds of a dead soul |
| zuò qǔ : Munroe, Vanderhoof | |
| A mystery of the universe a tale of the dead | |
| Far into the psyche and far until the end | |
| The mind it often wonders about the few and far between | |
| But in these lines I think you' ll find that you will believe | |
| Oh far beyond the violent skies you can see a watchful eye | |
| His presence always shifting like the empty hands of time | |
| On broken wings he tries to sing his hateful lullaby | |
| Nobody is listening to this dull pathetic cry | |
| His death is mourned by no one, he is the shadowed one | |
| Now he plots from below these deeds of a dead soul | |
| Whispers in a wind storm carry through the night | |
| Helpless victims everywhere, all have felt his plight | |
| The scars he' s left are memorable, he waits until they heal | |
| Then he comes back again, to seal the final deal | |
| Oh far beyond the violent skies you can see a watchful eye | |
| His presence always shifting like the empty hands of time | |
| On broken wings he tries to sing his hateful lullaby | |
| Nobody is listening to this dull pathetic cry | |
| His death is mourned by no one, he is the shadowed one | |
| Now he plots from below these deeds of a dead soul |