作词 : Inverted Psalm
作曲 : Inverted Psalm
编曲 : Inverted Psalm
The holy water turned black,
No hands left to bless,
Only rats drink now...
A child's skull floats inside,
The priest's shadow rots,
Christ carved his own epitaph—
The font is dead.
We are the rust in its veins.
作词 : Inverted Psalm
作曲 : Inverted Psalm
编曲 : Inverted Psalm
The holy water turned black,
No hands left to bless,
Only rats drink now...
A child's skull floats inside,
The priest's shadow rots,
Christ carved his own epitaph—
The font is dead.
We are the rust in its veins.