Fates歌词-Hangman’s Dog

Fates歌词由Hangman’s Dog演唱，出自专辑《Brimstone》，下面是《Fates》完整版歌词！

Fates歌词完整版

One spins the thread,

The other measures, it's then cut by the third.

And every hour,

Discarded pieces are caught upon the air.

In a cold and quiet place

Is a ghost without a face,

His cloak as dark as midnight,

Tending all of our life-light.

Here's your candles, here's your flame,

Not all are made the same,

Some painfully short

And he is our escort.

The door is open and it beckons,

So don't look back.

We are but autumn leaves on the air

Falling to earth.

A fleshless man is at the door

And even though you may implore

There's a place upon his cart for you,

Your time is up for review.

Here's the woman with the broom

To make your lot heirlooms

And when she calls your name,

You are hers and can't be reclaimed.

Here comes the father of all time

With the fine scythe.

We are but standing wheat in the field,

His harvest.

The door is open and it beckons,

So don't look back.

We are but autumn leaves on the air

Falling to earth.