Ingresar
Registro
Buscar en la letra
Buscar por:
#
A
B
C
D
E
F
G
H
I
J
K
L
M
N
O
P
Q
R
S
T
U
V
W
X
Y
Z
Inicio
>
P
>
Primordial
>
Tragedy's Birth
> Corregir Tragedy's Birth
Plugin Winamp
Lista de
reproducción
Corregir Letra Tragedy's Birth de Primordial
Regresar a la letra Tragedy's Birth de Primordial
El envío de correcciones solamente está disponible para usuarios autenticados. Debe
autenticarse
para poder realizarla.
Letra actual de la canción
The crippled oracle breathes his lungs like grit<br />His blackened hands, like maps of ungodly lands<br />Skin as leather, burnt by the sun<br />This world is not for him, this world is not for<br />You nor I<br /><br />When the Gods were young the burden was less<br />It was not grief and it was not fear<br />Who cast the shadow upon our age?<br />Who has crippled the young and blinded their eyes?<br /><br />He counts the hours, days and awful years<br />To when the children stare into the sun<br />The mountains crumble to the sea<br />And our civilisations turn to dust<br /><br />They are turned to dust<br /><br />So slumber watcher, till the spheres<br />Have turned ten and twenty thousand years<br />The crippled oracle breathes, his lungs like grit<br />This world is not for him, this world is not for<br />You nor I...<br /><br /><br />"A black macabre dream of vast nightmare continents, shifting, heaving and seething, before the dawn of man."
Letra nueva de la canción
The crippled oracle breathes his lungs like grit<br />His blackened hands, like maps of ungodly lands<br />Skin as leather, burnt by the sun<br />This world is not for him, this world is not for<br />You nor I<br /><br />When the Gods were young the burden was less<br />It was not grief and it was not fear<br />Who cast the shadow upon our age?<br />Who has crippled the young and blinded their eyes?<br /><br />He counts the hours, days and awful years<br />To when the children stare into the sun<br />The mountains crumble to the sea<br />And our civilisations turn to dust<br /><br />They are turned to dust<br /><br />So slumber watcher, till the spheres<br />Have turned ten and twenty thousand years<br />The crippled oracle breathes, his lungs like grit<br />This world is not for him, this world is not for<br />You nor I...<br /><br /><br />"A black macabre dream of vast nightmare continents, shifting, heaving and seething, before the dawn of man."
Digite lo que ve en la imagen