歌曲 | Exit There; and Disappear |
歌手 | Enslavement of Beauty |
专辑 | Mere Contemplations |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Ole Alexander Myrholt ... | |
So many a glorious morn have I seen | |
The sun gracing the mountain-tops with its light | |
Kissing with tender lips the meadows green | |
Gilding pale streams of alchemy with heavenly blight | |
Even as my sun one early morn did shine | |
With all its triumphant splendour | |
Alack, its grace was but one hour mine; | |
An ugly visage shone through its cruel agenda | |
When heaven suddenly came this near | |
It seemed to close all doors | |
The distance would not haunt me so | |
As the presence of the tales I had merely known before | |
But just to hear the grace depart | |
Pain I never thought I'd see | |
Afflicts me with a double loss | |
The fucking track is lost, and lost to me |
zuo qu : Ole Alexander Myrholt ... | |
So many a glorious morn have I seen | |
The sun gracing the mountaintops with its light | |
Kissing with tender lips the meadows green | |
Gilding pale streams of alchemy with heavenly blight | |
Even as my sun one early morn did shine | |
With all its triumphant splendour | |
Alack, its grace was but one hour mine | |
An ugly visage shone through its cruel agenda | |
When heaven suddenly came this near | |
It seemed to close all doors | |
The distance would not haunt me so | |
As the presence of the tales I had merely known before | |
But just to hear the grace depart | |
Pain I never thought I' d see | |
Afflicts me with a double loss | |
The fucking track is lost, and lost to me |
zuò qǔ : Ole Alexander Myrholt ... | |
So many a glorious morn have I seen | |
The sun gracing the mountaintops with its light | |
Kissing with tender lips the meadows green | |
Gilding pale streams of alchemy with heavenly blight | |
Even as my sun one early morn did shine | |
With all its triumphant splendour | |
Alack, its grace was but one hour mine | |
An ugly visage shone through its cruel agenda | |
When heaven suddenly came this near | |
It seemed to close all doors | |
The distance would not haunt me so | |
As the presence of the tales I had merely known before | |
But just to hear the grace depart | |
Pain I never thought I' d see | |
Afflicts me with a double loss | |
The fucking track is lost, and lost to me |