Song | Dying Of The Heart |
Artist | The Crown |
Album | Hell Is Here |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Olfelt, Tervonen | |
Welcome to the dying of the heart | |
The path of pure damnation | |
The dark horse will bring glory... | |
The pale horse will bring death! | |
In a ripping evil flash | |
I give me to kill you to death | |
As I stab the seven daggers in, nothing touches me now | |
Feel the vacuum of my heart; suck the life out of your bones | |
Feed upon the spirits force... tear down, breakdown, fear me! | |
Now, in the | |
House of Deadly | |
Dreams Empty me of all but death, the darkness never ends | |
I have seen the truth of me | |
The three denials are complete, no mercy left in here | |
It is finished! | |
Back again, in the symbolic winter night | |
Where I hunt and where you flee, paralyzed with fear | |
I will leave you dead in dreams | |
Storming through the astral snow, devouring your soul | |
So I got on the horse and | |
I rode for miles, but | |
I did not see my face | |
Riding the dark horse, hunting and speeding, flying fast and free | |
And I carried the scythe, and was reaping the harvest of crying helpless souls | |
Laughing in triumph, in bitter passion | |
Weltering in blood, cruelty, and nameless pain | |
In a mystic nightmare void | |
I gave me to death you to kill | |
As I stabbed the seven daggers in, nothing touches me still | |
Now the vacuum of my heart sucks the life out of my bones | |
I can feel the death inside... tear up, break up, fuck up! | |
I got on a horse and | |
I rode for days, but | |
I did not know my name | |
On Sorrow's pale horse, foaming with pest, flying too fast to see | |
Wielding the scythe and reaping the harvest of screaming sacrifice | |
But killing you is killing me | |
And dead I shall till the end of my time remain... | |
I'll tear you down, and make you look at me! | |
I have no soul... my face turned to a mask! | |
Cold winds of death blow straight into my heart! | |
I'll tear you up and rob you of your life! | |
My freezing blood runs cold... when darkness penetrate | |
My dying heart can't hold... when sorrow detonate |
zuo qu : Olfelt, Tervonen | |
Welcome to the dying of the heart | |
The path of pure damnation | |
The dark horse will bring glory... | |
The pale horse will bring death! | |
In a ripping evil flash | |
I give me to kill you to death | |
As I stab the seven daggers in, nothing touches me now | |
Feel the vacuum of my heart suck the life out of your bones | |
Feed upon the spirits force... tear down, breakdown, fear me! | |
Now, in the | |
House of Deadly | |
Dreams Empty me of all but death, the darkness never ends | |
I have seen the truth of me | |
The three denials are complete, no mercy left in here | |
It is finished! | |
Back again, in the symbolic winter night | |
Where I hunt and where you flee, paralyzed with fear | |
I will leave you dead in dreams | |
Storming through the astral snow, devouring your soul | |
So I got on the horse and | |
I rode for miles, but | |
I did not see my face | |
Riding the dark horse, hunting and speeding, flying fast and free | |
And I carried the scythe, and was reaping the harvest of crying helpless souls | |
Laughing in triumph, in bitter passion | |
Weltering in blood, cruelty, and nameless pain | |
In a mystic nightmare void | |
I gave me to death you to kill | |
As I stabbed the seven daggers in, nothing touches me still | |
Now the vacuum of my heart sucks the life out of my bones | |
I can feel the death inside... tear up, break up, fuck up! | |
I got on a horse and | |
I rode for days, but | |
I did not know my name | |
On Sorrow' s pale horse, foaming with pest, flying too fast to see | |
Wielding the scythe and reaping the harvest of screaming sacrifice | |
But killing you is killing me | |
And dead I shall till the end of my time remain... | |
I' ll tear you down, and make you look at me! | |
I have no soul... my face turned to a mask! | |
Cold winds of death blow straight into my heart! | |
I' ll tear you up and rob you of your life! | |
My freezing blood runs cold... when darkness penetrate | |
My dying heart can' t hold... when sorrow detonate |
zuò qǔ : Olfelt, Tervonen | |
Welcome to the dying of the heart | |
The path of pure damnation | |
The dark horse will bring glory... | |
The pale horse will bring death! | |
In a ripping evil flash | |
I give me to kill you to death | |
As I stab the seven daggers in, nothing touches me now | |
Feel the vacuum of my heart suck the life out of your bones | |
Feed upon the spirits force... tear down, breakdown, fear me! | |
Now, in the | |
House of Deadly | |
Dreams Empty me of all but death, the darkness never ends | |
I have seen the truth of me | |
The three denials are complete, no mercy left in here | |
It is finished! | |
Back again, in the symbolic winter night | |
Where I hunt and where you flee, paralyzed with fear | |
I will leave you dead in dreams | |
Storming through the astral snow, devouring your soul | |
So I got on the horse and | |
I rode for miles, but | |
I did not see my face | |
Riding the dark horse, hunting and speeding, flying fast and free | |
And I carried the scythe, and was reaping the harvest of crying helpless souls | |
Laughing in triumph, in bitter passion | |
Weltering in blood, cruelty, and nameless pain | |
In a mystic nightmare void | |
I gave me to death you to kill | |
As I stabbed the seven daggers in, nothing touches me still | |
Now the vacuum of my heart sucks the life out of my bones | |
I can feel the death inside... tear up, break up, fuck up! | |
I got on a horse and | |
I rode for days, but | |
I did not know my name | |
On Sorrow' s pale horse, foaming with pest, flying too fast to see | |
Wielding the scythe and reaping the harvest of screaming sacrifice | |
But killing you is killing me | |
And dead I shall till the end of my time remain... | |
I' ll tear you down, and make you look at me! | |
I have no soul... my face turned to a mask! | |
Cold winds of death blow straight into my heart! | |
I' ll tear you up and rob you of your life! | |
My freezing blood runs cold... when darkness penetrate | |
My dying heart can' t hold... when sorrow detonate |