| Song | A new Light |
| Artist | Funeral Mist |
| Album | Maranatha |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Arioch | |
| Tidal wave! blood and black, | |
| the second sinner dreams | |
| today... Dying waters, preg- | |
| nant darkness, and there | |
| will be strange events in- | |
| theskiesintheskiesinthe- | |
| skies, "REVENGE!" the blood of | |
| Abel cries, I swallow | |
| the dust of a thousand | |
| deaths, in search for the | |
| word that can lay waste to | |
| the world. | |
| My throat is a thousand | |
| open graves, thousand | |
| cataclysms, thousand | |
| open graves, Yes, I am | |
| the perfect image of God, | |
| Come hither, soul, I am | |
| the way! Iure divino, I | |
| am the way! Ecce signum, | |
| I am the way! to both | |
| above and below, so then | |
| because thou art luke- | |
| warm, and neither cold | |
| nor hot, I will spue thee out | |
| of my mouth, out | |
| of my Eden, into a world | |
| of gravity gone mad... | |
| Thy famous pillars topyle, | |
| thy candlestick removed, | |
| thy roots are dried up. | |
| A new sun, O golden | |
| Death! The sons of the | |
| red earth must face our | |
| rays, sun of perdition, O | |
| dawn of ash, and there | |
| will be strange events in- | |
| theskiesintheskiesinthe- | |
| skies, "AGAIN!" the blood | |
| of Cain replies, I swallow | |
| the dust of a thousand - | |
| deaths, in search for the | |
| word that can laye waste the | |
| world. | |
| Now let thy blood speak | |
| unto the Lord "MY BLOOD | |
| IS SILENT!" cried the whore, | |
| I inhale the song of a thou- | |
| sand wounds, in search | |
| for Redemption. |
| zuo qu : Arioch | |
| Tidal wave! blood and black, | |
| the second sinner dreams | |
| today... Dying waters, preg | |
| nant darkness, and there | |
| will be strange events in | |
| theskiesintheskiesinthe | |
| skies, " REVENGE!" the blood of | |
| Abel cries, I swallow | |
| the dust of a thousand | |
| deaths, in search for the | |
| word that can lay waste to | |
| the world. | |
| My throat is a thousand | |
| open graves, thousand | |
| cataclysms, thousand | |
| open graves, Yes, I am | |
| the perfect image of God, | |
| Come hither, soul, I am | |
| the way! Iure divino, I | |
| am the way! Ecce signum, | |
| I am the way! to both | |
| above and below, so then | |
| because thou art luke | |
| warm, and neither cold | |
| nor hot, I will spue thee out | |
| of my mouth, out | |
| of my Eden, into a world | |
| of gravity gone mad... | |
| Thy famous pillars topyle, | |
| thy candlestick removed, | |
| thy roots are dried up. | |
| A new sun, O golden | |
| Death! The sons of the | |
| red earth must face our | |
| rays, sun of perdition, O | |
| dawn of ash, and there | |
| will be strange events in | |
| theskiesintheskiesinthe | |
| skies, " AGAIN!" the blood | |
| of Cain replies, I swallow | |
| the dust of a thousand | |
| deaths, in search for the | |
| word that can laye waste the | |
| world. | |
| Now let thy blood speak | |
| unto the Lord " MY BLOOD | |
| IS SILENT!" cried the whore, | |
| I inhale the song of a thou | |
| sand wounds, in search | |
| for Redemption. |
| zuò qǔ : Arioch | |
| Tidal wave! blood and black, | |
| the second sinner dreams | |
| today... Dying waters, preg | |
| nant darkness, and there | |
| will be strange events in | |
| theskiesintheskiesinthe | |
| skies, " REVENGE!" the blood of | |
| Abel cries, I swallow | |
| the dust of a thousand | |
| deaths, in search for the | |
| word that can lay waste to | |
| the world. | |
| My throat is a thousand | |
| open graves, thousand | |
| cataclysms, thousand | |
| open graves, Yes, I am | |
| the perfect image of God, | |
| Come hither, soul, I am | |
| the way! Iure divino, I | |
| am the way! Ecce signum, | |
| I am the way! to both | |
| above and below, so then | |
| because thou art luke | |
| warm, and neither cold | |
| nor hot, I will spue thee out | |
| of my mouth, out | |
| of my Eden, into a world | |
| of gravity gone mad... | |
| Thy famous pillars topyle, | |
| thy candlestick removed, | |
| thy roots are dried up. | |
| A new sun, O golden | |
| Death! The sons of the | |
| red earth must face our | |
| rays, sun of perdition, O | |
| dawn of ash, and there | |
| will be strange events in | |
| theskiesintheskiesinthe | |
| skies, " AGAIN!" the blood | |
| of Cain replies, I swallow | |
| the dust of a thousand | |
| deaths, in search for the | |
| word that can laye waste the | |
| world. | |
| Now let thy blood speak | |
| unto the Lord " MY BLOOD | |
| IS SILENT!" cried the whore, | |
| I inhale the song of a thou | |
| sand wounds, in search | |
| for Redemption. |