Hurt and Virtue的吉他谱
Hurt and Virtue的歌词
Distant vistas, swathed in the haze of the reddening sunset, fell to whispers 'neath the stars that marred descending skies.
From the cusp of midnight mountains wending as a mist rebels truced with Feriluce, in truth few could resist. Came praising this Hell-raising through the sparse and marble clime where Virtue bathed, their ravings made Her fountains flood with wine.
Lifted with the gift of their dark seductive songs, she drifted from the path she was surely set upon.
Courting chaos-prized in the sight of the covering Angel taught in ways of smothering another Love of other than God.
Worshipped in each other's arms like spider eidolons the Moon conducted like a charm those strange arrangements on. And this is how they came to be dragged before the throne, through tongues that hung whilst theirs were run on soft white throats and punctured moans.
Though fated now than later by His tutor that had been. He baited the Creator with the future He had seen.
Of Michael psyched with jealousies, a reich right by His side and worming Man about to be the apple of His eye. His children lost to free will and the cost of beaten hearts, like the night twixt Vice and Virtue when Her kiss became a scar.
Seraph enemies, why has My Lord forsaken My judgement? Am I not free as He to indulge My darkest fantasies?
From embittered lips these words were slavered, split on the whips of their Witch hunt gathered.
He sought Her gaze midst drowning crowds that howled in rage... "Blasphemer!" "Blasphemer!"
Though She was gone, not lyriced to the song of their spirited throng, but ghosted back where She belonged.
A Grace embracing Michael in a lace of tears that bleared Her pride. He swallowed, blood followed through with spit for all things Divine, through with spit for all things so fucking blind.
His seal He tore and to the floor He threw His tie to Heaven signifying Holy war.
And watchful of this sign a thousand flames, unauthorized, left celestial posts to coalesce and unified return their fallen leader as He turned one final time and threw a glance like a downward lance that stung like guilt in every mind.
From the cusp of midnight mountains wending as a mist rebels truced with Feriluce, in truth few could resist. Came praising this Hell-raising through the sparse and marble clime where Virtue bathed, their ravings made Her fountains flood with wine.
Lifted with the gift of their dark seductive songs, she drifted from the path she was surely set upon.
Courting chaos-prized in the sight of the covering Angel taught in ways of smothering another Love of other than God.
Worshipped in each other's arms like spider eidolons the Moon conducted like a charm those strange arrangements on. And this is how they came to be dragged before the throne, through tongues that hung whilst theirs were run on soft white throats and punctured moans.
Though fated now than later by His tutor that had been. He baited the Creator with the future He had seen.
Of Michael psyched with jealousies, a reich right by His side and worming Man about to be the apple of His eye. His children lost to free will and the cost of beaten hearts, like the night twixt Vice and Virtue when Her kiss became a scar.
Seraph enemies, why has My Lord forsaken My judgement? Am I not free as He to indulge My darkest fantasies?
From embittered lips these words were slavered, split on the whips of their Witch hunt gathered.
He sought Her gaze midst drowning crowds that howled in rage... "Blasphemer!" "Blasphemer!"
Though She was gone, not lyriced to the song of their spirited throng, but ghosted back where She belonged.
A Grace embracing Michael in a lace of tears that bleared Her pride. He swallowed, blood followed through with spit for all things Divine, through with spit for all things so fucking blind.
His seal He tore and to the floor He threw His tie to Heaven signifying Holy war.
And watchful of this sign a thousand flames, unauthorized, left celestial posts to coalesce and unified return their fallen leader as He turned one final time and threw a glance like a downward lance that stung like guilt in every mind.