Into the Lake of Ghosts Lyrics

Song	Into the Lake of Ghosts
Artist	My Dying Bride
Album	The Light at the End of the World
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	作词 : My Dying Bride
	Enter the
	Ghost Lake.
	The waters whisper
	Of something brooding.
	No way out of here.
	Slow smouldering,
	Slow smouldering heat.
	Lapping at your skin
	Pulling you down again.
	I wish that
	I could Fan back to life
	The dying embers
	Of my long lost passion.
	Descending deeper.
	With black as my light.
	With twist and turn.
	All me will be tried in life.
	We look for light to call.
	The call to save us all.
	Lest we fall to our knees.
	The death, we kiss his feet.
	Oh, sacred mother come.
	For our fate is done.
	In blindness do we run
	Always backwards.
	The care of many
	Was lost in my hands.
	The sickness came in
	Floods of torment and woe.
	My withered body.
	Aching and bone tired.
	My christ who art lord.
	Hold me down again.
	Knee bent and head held low.
	Eyes closed against my foe.
	In prayer
	I sing on low.
	Answers to my last call.
	Oh, sacred father come.
	For it is you who's done.
	In blindness do we run.
	And be sure not to fall.
	Oh, christ, what have
	I done? Ill fortune now will come.
	Fire raining from the sun.
	All virtue swept away.
	In floods of blackest death.
	The ghost will take my breath.
	My sins I will forget.
	I am nothing again.
	Exit the Ghost
	Lake. the waters silent.
	What now has risen?
	No man stands alone.
	The world is changing. '
	Tis misery who
	Leads our way now.
	Holding man down.

	zuo ci : My Dying Bride
	Enter the
	Ghost Lake.
	The waters whisper
	Of something brooding.
	No way out of here.
	Slow smouldering,
	Slow smouldering heat.
	Lapping at your skin
	Pulling you down again.
	I wish that
	I could Fan back to life
	The dying embers
	Of my long lost passion.
	Descending deeper.
	With black as my light.
	With twist and turn.
	All me will be tried in life.
	We look for light to call.
	The call to save us all.
	Lest we fall to our knees.
	The death, we kiss his feet.
	Oh, sacred mother come.
	For our fate is done.
	In blindness do we run
	Always backwards.
	The care of many
	Was lost in my hands.
	The sickness came in
	Floods of torment and woe.
	My withered body.
	Aching and bone tired.
	My christ who art lord.
	Hold me down again.
	Knee bent and head held low.
	Eyes closed against my foe.
	In prayer
	I sing on low.
	Answers to my last call.
	Oh, sacred father come.
	For it is you who' s done.
	In blindness do we run.
	And be sure not to fall.
	Oh, christ, what have
	I done? Ill fortune now will come.
	Fire raining from the sun.
	All virtue swept away.
	In floods of blackest death.
	The ghost will take my breath.
	My sins I will forget.
	I am nothing again.
	Exit the Ghost
	Lake. the waters silent.
	What now has risen?
	No man stands alone.
	The world is changing. '
	Tis misery who
	Leads our way now.
	Holding man down.

	zuò cí : My Dying Bride
	Enter the
	Ghost Lake.
	The waters whisper
	Of something brooding.
	No way out of here.
	Slow smouldering,
	Slow smouldering heat.
	Lapping at your skin
	Pulling you down again.
	I wish that
	I could Fan back to life
	The dying embers
	Of my long lost passion.
	Descending deeper.
	With black as my light.
	With twist and turn.
	All me will be tried in life.
	We look for light to call.
	The call to save us all.
	Lest we fall to our knees.
	The death, we kiss his feet.
	Oh, sacred mother come.
	For our fate is done.
	In blindness do we run
	Always backwards.
	The care of many
	Was lost in my hands.
	The sickness came in
	Floods of torment and woe.
	My withered body.
	Aching and bone tired.
	My christ who art lord.
	Hold me down again.
	Knee bent and head held low.
	Eyes closed against my foe.
	In prayer
	I sing on low.
	Answers to my last call.
	Oh, sacred father come.
	For it is you who' s done.
	In blindness do we run.
	And be sure not to fall.
	Oh, christ, what have
	I done? Ill fortune now will come.
	Fire raining from the sun.
	All virtue swept away.
	In floods of blackest death.
	The ghost will take my breath.
	My sins I will forget.
	I am nothing again.
	Exit the Ghost
	Lake. the waters silent.
	What now has risen?
	No man stands alone.
	The world is changing. '
	Tis misery who
	Leads our way now.
	Holding man down.

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