The Shinning Path - Tristania.lrc

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[00:53.01]Don't care if I choke...
[01:01.60]Sacrifice me for my sins
[01:05.33]For my beliefs
[01:09.09]Spit at me
[01:13.03]Die... with me
[01:17.65]When I'm gone
[01:19.06]Death will come to you
[01:23.32]
[01:31.60]Sacrifice me for my sins
[02:00.27]The flames went high to lick the skin on her chin
[02:03.24]The words she said
[02:07.55]For those words she would die
[02:08.08]The crowd circles around her
[02:11.80]Praising their merciful god
[02:13.58]Her screams grew weaker
[02:16.83]"Heathen, heathen"
[02:18.45]The mass was shouting
[02:20.64]The children that once were loving
[02:23.76]Now their small hands were full of rocks
[02:54.40]They found her bleeding
[02:57.19]The dark night came creeping
[03:00.66]Was she one of the devil's own kind?
[03:07.37]Beyond belief
[03:09.31]Beyond the pain
[03:11.08]And grief
[03:12.88]I lay low
[03:14.45]And crawl deep
[03:16.35]Choosing the narrow path
[03:36.97]Fear your thoughts and let the father judge them
[03:40.14]Walk the shining path and guide the weakling along
[03:44.31]The crowd circles around her
[03:47.03]Praising their merciful god
[03:51.18]Their screams grew higher
[03:53.82]"Heathen, heathen"
[03:55.54]The mass was shouting
[03:57.34]Hunt down the profane
[04:00.74]And put them to the torch
[04:05.04]Burn me on the fire
[04:08.81]Call me liar
[04:11.79]Shout at me
[04:15.92]Cry for me
[04:20.37]When I'm gone
[04:22.68]Death will come to me
[04:26.34]Death will cry...
[04:35.87]Burn me on the fire...
文本歌词
Don't care if I choke...
Sacrifice me for my sins
For my beliefs
Spit at me
Die... with me
When I'm gone
Death will come to you
Sacrifice me for my sins
The flames went high to lick the skin on her chin
The words she said
For those words she would die
The crowd circles around her
Praising their merciful god
Her screams grew weaker
"Heathen, heathen"
The mass was shouting
The children that once were loving
Now their small hands were full of rocks
They found her bleeding
The dark night came creeping
Was she one of the devil's own kind?
Beyond belief
Beyond the pain
And grief
I lay low
And crawl deep
Choosing the narrow path
Fear your thoughts and let the father judge them
Walk the shining path and guide the weakling along
The crowd circles around her
Praising their merciful god
Their screams grew higher
"Heathen, heathen"
The mass was shouting
Hunt down the profane
And put them to the torch
Burn me on the fire
Call me liar
Shout at me
Cry for me
When I'm gone
Death will come to me
Death will cry...
Burn me on the fire...