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Ironhand
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Within Pages of Dried, Pressed Flesh
Within pages of dried and pressed flesh Of scribes from between here and never Inked with a poison that boils our minds Echoes of whispers from the other side Takes us for the most unholy of rides And returns us with nothing and nowhere to hide
And from this page onto that page The eldritch letters be A monster scribes letters of life That call so endless to me They shiver and they glitter Etched in some kind of flesh That has been pressed, and dried and stretched, and Then the unholy blessed it to me Cut from the fabric of time Ripped from the spark of all life Torn from the edge of all stars 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Oh, cover your eyes!
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn! Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn! Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn! Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn! Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn! Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn! Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn! Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!
I'a Hydra! I'a Dagon! I'a Cthulhu! Aggronomicon!
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