The Culling 歌詞
The Culling - Chelsea Wolfe
Dead eyes I only call you when you're in my dreams
Died too young the culling then it was obscene
I am depleted by love
I am depleted by love
I'll never tell the secrets of my family
Bled out a cult of anonymity
The kettle is wheeling my love
Riding on the back of a hell they caused
One ear to the ground
One eye on the room
My tongue on your pulse
My finger in your wound
Sweet dead eyes I long to hear you again
Sweet dead eyes I long to see your face
Sweet dead eyes I long for that illustrious hiss
Sweet dead eyes I know you feel it
No turning back only God knows what we're headed for
The flowers bloom the sun rises
Flux hiss welt groan
Flux hiss welt groan
Flux hiss welt groan
Flux hiss welt groan
Flux hiss welt groan
Flux hiss welt groan