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The Songless Bird

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The Songless Bird

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标题:The Songless Bird

标签: 总谱

制谱人:MetalCPR

附注:

It is always difficult to determine a definite speed for a 
song that switches between a number of tempos 
recorded before the trend of using click tracks for 
everything, and I found The Songless Bird to be 
certainly no exception. 

I have attempted to compromise between the actual 
tempo of the song and the more practical 
consideration of not changing to a different tempo 
every other bar by "flattening out" the tempo for the 
main riffs - much more than I otherwise would like to

节拍:Moderate ♩ = 122

音轨:

GUITAR 1 - 驱动音效吉他 Overdriven Guitar
GUITAR 2 - 驱动音效吉他 Overdriven Guitar
GUITAR 3 - 清音电吉他 Electric Guitar (clean)
GUITAR 4 - 清音电吉他 Electric Guitar (clean)
VIOLIN - 小提琴 Violin
BASS - 拨片拨电贝司 Electric Bass(pick)
DRUMS - 敲击乐器

注释:(fermata) - - - - - - - - - |

标记:IntroVerse 1Verse 2Verse 3Verse 4

歌曲: The Songless Bird

艺人:MY DYING BRIDE

专辑:Turn Loose the Swans

作词:My Dying Bride

歌词:

The  Songless  Bird  -  My  Dying  Bride

  The  very  deepest  of  your  wishes.

    Climb  up  high,  take  my  hand.

    Tread  carefully  through  these  sickening  angels.

    Look  at  your  god.

  Look  at  the  way  he  stands.

    The  uterine  murderess  dies  herself.

    Let  me  show  you  all  my  pain.

    Sardonyx  lays  waste  to  your  eyes  and  leaves  you  blind.

    Gone  is  the  day.

    They  that  did  feed,  delicately.

    Feed  on  me.

    The  call  has  come,  from  bird  and  beast.

    Insect  and  serpent,  and  all  that  lives  in  the  sea.

    And  cities  of  fire,  rip  through  me.

    My  life  a  widower  sad.

    On  your  knees,  smell  your  disease.

    If  i  live  you  will  be  sorry.

    I  have  a  thousand  forms.

    Uninjured  by  your  tongue.

    I＇m  working  to  ensnare  you.

    Couple  your  name  with  cruelty.

    The  mother  of  dying  children.

    My  hatred  is  unnumbered.

    It  rises  in  my  breast.

    We＇ve  lived  with  our  suffering.

    But  now...?