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Divine
68
Metal
Divine è stato pubblicato il 27 marzo 2012 da Nightmare Records come parte dell'album Synthetic
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Data di uscita27 marzo 2012
EtichettaNightmare Records
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM138

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hemina
Hemina
Performer
Douglas Skene
Douglas Skene
Solo
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Douglas Andrew Donald Skene
Douglas Andrew Donald Skene
Songwriter
Mitchell Anthony Coull
Mitchell Anthony Coull
Songwriter

Testi

Woah
Heaven, divine
Welcome home
It smells nice
I remember the scent of the gardens
You planted here
I was the seed
Planted in the flesh of old
Where is my mother?
I'm meeting her here
It's yearning to see the light of day
So answer me
Was willing to die to show her
Your boy is here
Show me the door to the holy place
Where divine fears are shed
Welcome home
I've been here
The walls are so reminiscent
The photo frames too
Is my father here with us now?
Oh no, that's not right
The purest and good die young
I'm back to where I've begun
It's yearning to see the light of day
So answer me
Was willing to die to show her
Your boy is here
Show me the door to the holy place
Where divine children are led
Meet my only true friends
Birth and Death
Certainty unfolds
Goodbye life of old
Son and Wife were sold
To have my questions answered
Offered them a home
One that fit the mould
Show my mother how I loved them
Just hope my prayers were answered
What is divine?
God only knows
What's Divine
God only knows
Why
Why did she die?
And why was I born?
You gave me a friend
But it was too late
Show me your face
And answer for my life
This life was synthetic
And that was your fatal flaw
That was your fatal flaw
Show me your face
And answer for my life
This life was synthetic
And that was your fatal flaw
I read of your looks in books
I knew your voice so well
Angels are perfect?
A halo – no match for a gun
Welcome home, I grew up here
The walls are so reminiscent
The photo frames too
The pastures through the windows glisten
My answer is here
A golden mirror baron
In the greenest of fields
It's yearning to see the light of day
So welcome me
Was willing to die to find out
Why is clear
Why was I born on the earth?
We're puppets left to bleed?
Please come out to play
I've already paved the way
From this glance, a lonesome beam
Primes the inner one
Reflection's cast, the mind to yield
The face is me
And from where I stand, this mirror before me
Ah
Ah
Ah
With what I see – my synthetic destiny
Written by: Douglas Andrew Donald Skene, Mitchell Anthony Coull
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