歌曲 | Nostalgia Grows |
歌手 | Enslavement of Beauty |
专辑 | Mere Contemplations |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Ole Alexander Myrholt ... | |
Gazing at what could have been | |
A lethal doze of her fertile pose | |
What will all these inklings mean | |
If I reveal how deep the spiral go | |
Crystal fecund fancies flew | |
Emerged through blood-red veils | |
Sky-blue yet dead grey - the winds blew | |
Forced my lofty head to lean | |
Is this lass a fevered rose? | |
Is she not sinless and pristine? | |
Is it not always gold what glows? | |
She hides her hideousness in evergreens | |
But be cautious her blade is keen | |
When held down by an angel pose | |
Her talons can't be foreseen | |
When the nightmare initiates from a rose | |
And this hale nostalgia grows... |
zuo qu : Ole Alexander Myrholt ... | |
Gazing at what could have been | |
A lethal doze of her fertile pose | |
What will all these inklings mean | |
If I reveal how deep the spiral go | |
Crystal fecund fancies flew | |
Emerged through bloodred veils | |
Skyblue yet dead grey the winds blew | |
Forced my lofty head to lean | |
Is this lass a fevered rose? | |
Is she not sinless and pristine? | |
Is it not always gold what glows? | |
She hides her hideousness in evergreens | |
But be cautious her blade is keen | |
When held down by an angel pose | |
Her talons can' t be foreseen | |
When the nightmare initiates from a rose | |
And this hale nostalgia grows... |
zuò qǔ : Ole Alexander Myrholt ... | |
Gazing at what could have been | |
A lethal doze of her fertile pose | |
What will all these inklings mean | |
If I reveal how deep the spiral go | |
Crystal fecund fancies flew | |
Emerged through bloodred veils | |
Skyblue yet dead grey the winds blew | |
Forced my lofty head to lean | |
Is this lass a fevered rose? | |
Is she not sinless and pristine? | |
Is it not always gold what glows? | |
She hides her hideousness in evergreens | |
But be cautious her blade is keen | |
When held down by an angel pose | |
Her talons can' t be foreseen | |
When the nightmare initiates from a rose | |
And this hale nostalgia grows... |