Born in a Burial Gown歌词

[00:00.000] 作词 : Davey,Eaglestone+Piras(All
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Davey,Eaglestone+Piras(All
[00:16.130]Sibilant and macabre
[00:18.130]Walpurgis sauntered in
[00:20.240]Skies litten with five-pointed stars
[00:22.480]The work of crafts surpassing sin
[00:24.910]As She graced Her window ledge
[00:26.920]- An orphaned gypsy nymph
[00:29.060]This issue of the forest's bed
[00:31.280]Skin flushed with sipped absinthe -
[00:33.420]Her eyes revealed, as Brocken's peak
[00:35.670]Tried once concealing Hell
[00:37.760]A snow white line of divine freaks
[00:39.940]In riot, where they fell...
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[00:59.830]The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight
[01:01.950]For seven days and seven festival nights
[01:04.290]What wicked wonders lie within the confines
[01:06.360]Of the panther's den
[01:08.350]She watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue
[01:10.800]The restless spirit of Christmas to come
[01:13.130]A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb
[01:15.050]Than gingerbread men
[01:17.310]Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial
[01:21.970]She was the light of the world going down
[01:25.680]War-torn, forlorn and malarial
[01:30.090]She was found
[01:31.800]Born in a burial gown
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[01:51.420]Unloosed, the chain of Her god-given cross
[01:53.500]Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose
[01:55.660]In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost
[02:00.020]Too many decades misfit and mislaid
[02:02.320]In innocence, a tender legend of prey
[02:04.490]Parades Her second coming, now they're running afraid
[02:08.730]Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial
[02:13.380]She was the light of the world going down
[02:17.080]War-torn, forlorn and malarial
[02:21.540]She was found
[02:23.360]Born in a burial gown
[02:30.010]She was born born in a burial gown
[02:38.220]She was born born in a burial gown
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[02:59.090]Now She moves with a predator's guile
[03:02.920]Beyond the firelit circle of life
[03:07.420]She soothes your cold heart for a while
[03:10.850]Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife
[03:14.880]She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case
[03:18.840]Espied by Her cross on the wall
[03:23.060]And should She awake, through embrace or mistake
[03:27.190]She would take Jesus
[03:29.520]Bless foot forward and all...
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[03:40.270]Sibilant and at last
[03:42.470]The circus crawled away
[03:44.690]With another lover in its arms
[03:46.890]Dancing on Her grave...
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