From the cradle to the throne My flesh and my bones Is that the way it's supposed to be How the story goes? Ribbons and bows Like a thorn on a rose When
The magi wore crowns as they carried their gifts to the foot of an old manger bed that cradled the king who would rule the whole world with a crown of thorns
awake at night Her smile, wiped away by suffering And she knows but now she's finally free And though she's gone, she still holds, The black rose Cat's in the cradle
stench Of Judas in the dozens Bouquets for greed and twisted law Handmaidens of a holy war Bring on a thousand roses more I am the thorn I am the thorn
And Mary and David smoke dung in the trenches While Zion's behaviour never gets mentioned. The writings On your wall And the blood on the cradle And
know I've been misled. Regret sleeps in my bed. Towers rise into the sky. All our words confused, no one knows how to love. I beg for change. Thorns cradle
the graveyard to the cradle All the bells of wonder chime No further complications For the queen or for the pawn Night of such revelation The dew is trembling on the thorns
Structural droids; more bangs for the buck But they want a last stegosaurs - thorns in the glove (buck wit' it!) Pre-stork land shark business, cradling
listen to my thorns? why do you cry do you lie do you fake without giving a damn about me? don't you know? my mother crying in a corner of her room cradling
ingredients To see the unseen glitter of life And feel the dirt, grief, anger and strife Cherish the certainly of now It kills you a bit at a time Cradle
up from this fire these layers of apocalypse cover the sky in hatred memories washed away in corridors lined with decay demands by oblivious parasites of cradled
Stuck in the middle I burrow inside Back to the cradle Away from the burdens Of all my crimes Before it's fatal The past has found me The truth come
翻訳: クレイドルオブフィルス. 私はソーンアム.