La Curandera (Notes from the Trial of)的吉他谱
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La Curandera (Notes from the Trial of)的歌词
Did you not grant quarter to the daemon
Giving treatment to his wounds?
And would you not consider it unnatural
To be born outside the womb?
We eagerly await your response
And your best defense
La Curandera is the young girl
In her linen dress, in her linen dress of white
She dances on black sand in the night
In her linen dress, in her linen dress of white
Let us vote to dunk the witch
In the river Styx and photograph the lye
So in the shadow of Cerebus
Her spirit will reside
La Curandera is the young girl
In her linen dress, in her linen dress of white
She dances on black sand in the night
In her linen dress, in her linen dress of white
Bird in the fire, mouthful of sand
King of the Briar, mouthful of sand
The scale and feather, the lock and key
The lord of weather, the beast at peace
Shed not a tear for humanity
Go and fetch my stars
Shed not a tear for humanity
Go and fetch my stars
Giving treatment to his wounds?
And would you not consider it unnatural
To be born outside the womb?
We eagerly await your response
And your best defense
La Curandera is the young girl
In her linen dress, in her linen dress of white
She dances on black sand in the night
In her linen dress, in her linen dress of white
Let us vote to dunk the witch
In the river Styx and photograph the lye
So in the shadow of Cerebus
Her spirit will reside
La Curandera is the young girl
In her linen dress, in her linen dress of white
She dances on black sand in the night
In her linen dress, in her linen dress of white
Bird in the fire, mouthful of sand
King of the Briar, mouthful of sand
The scale and feather, the lock and key
The lord of weather, the beast at peace
Shed not a tear for humanity
Go and fetch my stars
Shed not a tear for humanity
Go and fetch my stars