Hounds Ditch - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics

Song	Hounds Ditch - Album Version (Explicit)
Artist	Orange Goblin
Album	Healing Through Fire
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	作词 : Hoare, Millard, Turner, Ward
	Have mercy on the city, she's a dying whore
	I never said these streets were paved with gold
	The shallow graves are overflowing and the
	Thames runs red
	Is this enough to make your blood run cold?
	Cracked skin and sunken eyes demand a special hold
	Upon the angels coming judgement day
	Dead hounds and a triple-horned messiah
	Motion for redemption in the ripper's way
	Running faster than the sands of time, the lambs conspire
	To raise the omens of an unknown faith
	The devil's virtues overpowering the wrath of
	God And twist the blade upon the human race
	The wolf is loose and in this city it's a fatal flaw
	To see the beast under a funeral moon
	Can't shake the paranoia that the end is nigh
	When you're spoiling in a lousy tomb
	Healing Through
	Fire Healing
	Through Fire
	Healing Through
	Fire Healing
	Through Fire
	Ghosts of the hounds start to rise in their packs
	Hunting the blood that they crave
	Like serpents that coil through the streets in the night
	You prey for your life to be saved
	Howling like banshees, so full of despair
	A death knell to all that they cross
	Diseased and deranged like the pit hounds of hell
	Devouring the flesh of the lost
	Cursed are the wicked and blessed are the sick
	They see not the evil at hand
	Animals rising from ash covered tombs
	For vengeance upon every man
	Snarling with vehemence, they beckon the thaw
	Feeding on souls of the broke
	Ditches and churchyards will crawl with the rats
	That feed on their throats till they choke

	zuo ci : Hoare, Millard, Turner, Ward
	Have mercy on the city, she' s a dying whore
	I never said these streets were paved with gold
	The shallow graves are overflowing and the
	Thames runs red
	Is this enough to make your blood run cold?
	Cracked skin and sunken eyes demand a special hold
	Upon the angels coming judgement day
	Dead hounds and a triplehorned messiah
	Motion for redemption in the ripper' s way
	Running faster than the sands of time, the lambs conspire
	To raise the omens of an unknown faith
	The devil' s virtues overpowering the wrath of
	God And twist the blade upon the human race
	The wolf is loose and in this city it' s a fatal flaw
	To see the beast under a funeral moon
	Can' t shake the paranoia that the end is nigh
	When you' re spoiling in a lousy tomb
	Healing Through
	Fire Healing
	Through Fire
	Healing Through
	Fire Healing
	Through Fire
	Ghosts of the hounds start to rise in their packs
	Hunting the blood that they crave
	Like serpents that coil through the streets in the night
	You prey for your life to be saved
	Howling like banshees, so full of despair
	A death knell to all that they cross
	Diseased and deranged like the pit hounds of hell
	Devouring the flesh of the lost
	Cursed are the wicked and blessed are the sick
	They see not the evil at hand
	Animals rising from ash covered tombs
	For vengeance upon every man
	Snarling with vehemence, they beckon the thaw
	Feeding on souls of the broke
	Ditches and churchyards will crawl with the rats
	That feed on their throats till they choke

	zuò cí : Hoare, Millard, Turner, Ward
	Have mercy on the city, she' s a dying whore
	I never said these streets were paved with gold
	The shallow graves are overflowing and the
	Thames runs red
	Is this enough to make your blood run cold?
	Cracked skin and sunken eyes demand a special hold
	Upon the angels coming judgement day
	Dead hounds and a triplehorned messiah
	Motion for redemption in the ripper' s way
	Running faster than the sands of time, the lambs conspire
	To raise the omens of an unknown faith
	The devil' s virtues overpowering the wrath of
	God And twist the blade upon the human race
	The wolf is loose and in this city it' s a fatal flaw
	To see the beast under a funeral moon
	Can' t shake the paranoia that the end is nigh
	When you' re spoiling in a lousy tomb
	Healing Through
	Fire Healing
	Through Fire
	Healing Through
	Fire Healing
	Through Fire
	Ghosts of the hounds start to rise in their packs
	Hunting the blood that they crave
	Like serpents that coil through the streets in the night
	You prey for your life to be saved
	Howling like banshees, so full of despair
	A death knell to all that they cross
	Diseased and deranged like the pit hounds of hell
	Devouring the flesh of the lost
	Cursed are the wicked and blessed are the sick
	They see not the evil at hand
	Animals rising from ash covered tombs
	For vengeance upon every man
	Snarling with vehemence, they beckon the thaw
	Feeding on souls of the broke
	Ditches and churchyards will crawl with the rats
	That feed on their throats till they choke

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