The Wicked 가사

Raining on the purple flowers The blood stained, but I fly All the crops are now rotten, the fruit has begun to die All the leafs are falling now There's nothing more for me to take I don't fear your lying god His fools, his clowns are his stake Fear is fall, and fall is fear, the fear to fall and feel the end Black spirit in white, red spirit in gray By the breaking of my tomb, something wicked the best way becomes Black spirit in white, red spirit in gray By the breaking of my tomb, something wicked the best way becomes Round and round the coldred gold In a poisoned entrance throne Days and night has 31, the devil's work shall soon be done All your children, will be found Bury them hurry on the underground For window trought I'll be burning you When mine's are trought, I'll be burning you Seasons os of death, seasons of disease From my lies and my blasphemy Fear me, hate me, destroy me I kill man's maid, imprision me, burn me Black spirit in white, red spirit in gray By the breaking of my tomb, something wicked the best way becomes Black spirit in white, red spirit in gray By the breaking of my tomb, something wicked the best way becomes