| Song | Our Saviour |
| Artist | Paradise Lost |
| Album | Lost Paradsie |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Holmes, Mackintosh | |
| Kneel on the ground and pray to the | |
| LordBut will he hear your prayers | |
| Will hear your call, | |
| As you sit in the church | |
| And the madman speaks... | |
| Listen with awe at the lies he'll preach. | |
| Only the mindless... will listen and obey | |
| World wide wars... are caused by this uproar... | |
| Pray... to... rest... your conscience - for the sins you have done... | |
| Where is your god now as you're dying alone | |
| Brutal wounds cut deep | |
| No miracles to heal | |
| Watch your life now fade | |
| He's not there to help you die... | |
| Raised upon repulsive lies | |
| From the time we were born | |
| Driven into heads, holy laws... | |
| Cast into a circle of preaching vomit | |
| All decent holy people | |
| Their conscience free | |
| Massive neurosis and impending doom | |
| And the holy power will be silent. |
| zuo ci : Holmes, Mackintosh | |
| Kneel on the ground and pray to the | |
| LordBut will he hear your prayers | |
| Will hear your call, | |
| As you sit in the church | |
| And the madman speaks... | |
| Listen with awe at the lies he' ll preach. | |
| Only the mindless... will listen and obey | |
| World wide wars... are caused by this uproar... | |
| Pray... to... rest... your conscience for the sins you have done... | |
| Where is your god now as you' re dying alone | |
| Brutal wounds cut deep | |
| No miracles to heal | |
| Watch your life now fade | |
| He' s not there to help you die... | |
| Raised upon repulsive lies | |
| From the time we were born | |
| Driven into heads, holy laws... | |
| Cast into a circle of preaching vomit | |
| All decent holy people | |
| Their conscience free | |
| Massive neurosis and impending doom | |
| And the holy power will be silent. |
| zuò cí : Holmes, Mackintosh | |
| Kneel on the ground and pray to the | |
| LordBut will he hear your prayers | |
| Will hear your call, | |
| As you sit in the church | |
| And the madman speaks... | |
| Listen with awe at the lies he' ll preach. | |
| Only the mindless... will listen and obey | |
| World wide wars... are caused by this uproar... | |
| Pray... to... rest... your conscience for the sins you have done... | |
| Where is your god now as you' re dying alone | |
| Brutal wounds cut deep | |
| No miracles to heal | |
| Watch your life now fade | |
| He' s not there to help you die... | |
| Raised upon repulsive lies | |
| From the time we were born | |
| Driven into heads, holy laws... | |
| Cast into a circle of preaching vomit | |
| All decent holy people | |
| Their conscience free | |
| Massive neurosis and impending doom | |
| And the holy power will be silent. |