Roasted Cadaver - Scorpion Wind
歌曲信息
歌曲名：Roasted Cadaver
歌手：Scorpion Wind
所属专辑：Heaven Sent
发行时间：1996-07-24
介绍：《Roasted Cadaver - Scorpion Wind》Scorpion Wind & Scorpion Wind演唱的歌曲，由未知作词、未知作曲。
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Roasted Cadaver - Scorpion Wind 文本歌词
I am the night that robs you of light
The night wind that chills to the bone
I am the cold stillness the stars and the harshness
The darkness you wander alone
I am the sun that parches the desert
I am that desert where you meander forever
I am the heat that scorches your feet
As you collapse miles from the water
I am the vulture that feeds and feasts
On the flesh of your bloated cadaver
I am the rain that subdues the heat
Albeit for you I arrive somewhat late
But in time to wash the dust from your bones
And moisten the place you repose all alone
I am the breeze that scatters the leaves
The storm that turns towns upside down
I am the wind the rain and the thunder
The furious torrent that rips all asunder
And tears what is dead and that which is living
Without regard for what I'm taking or leaving
The night wind that chills to the bone
I am the cold stillness the stars and the harshness
The darkness you wander alone
I am the sun that parches the desert
I am that desert where you meander forever
I am the heat that scorches your feet
As you collapse miles from the water
I am the vulture that feeds and feasts
On the flesh of your bloated cadaver
I am the rain that subdues the heat
Albeit for you I arrive somewhat late
But in time to wash the dust from your bones
And moisten the place you repose all alone
I am the breeze that scatters the leaves
The storm that turns towns upside down
I am the wind the rain and the thunder
The furious torrent that rips all asunder
And tears what is dead and that which is living
Without regard for what I'm taking or leaving
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