Mystical End 歌词

	作词 : Schaffer
	On the plains of the desert
	A murmured cry was heard
	From the echoes of a wind song
	Singing of a word
	The word of the land begotten
	Is very seldom taught
	To natives of the desert
	Which tribes of old have sought
	Way up in the sky the sun is
	Burning bright
	All the natives screaming,
	Screaming to be free
	The teachings of a wasted
	Life and a darker death
	The burning sun is turning
	Black falling from the sky
	As the moon fades away
	And the sun turns black
	The darkest fall from the sky
	Prepared for their attack
	In the dawning hour
	The doom and destruction begins
	Inside the natives minds
	It seems it never ends
	At once the sun turns back
	And the battle stops
	Everyone's in grave danger
	Except for those of the dead
	For the one who shall deceive us
	Is the one...
	On the day of the night things were always well
	But on the night of the light all night things fell
	Thrown into the pit you hear the natives scream
	The legend lives on in the
	Sun God's eye

	zuo ci : Schaffer
	On the plains of the desert
	A murmured cry was heard
	From the echoes of a wind song
	Singing of a word
	The word of the land begotten
	Is very seldom taught
	To natives of the desert
	Which tribes of old have sought
	Way up in the sky the sun is
	Burning bright
	All the natives screaming,
	Screaming to be free
	The teachings of a wasted
	Life and a darker death
	The burning sun is turning
	Black falling from the sky
	As the moon fades away
	And the sun turns black
	The darkest fall from the sky
	Prepared for their attack
	In the dawning hour
	The doom and destruction begins
	Inside the natives minds
	It seems it never ends
	At once the sun turns back
	And the battle stops
	Everyone' s in grave danger
	Except for those of the dead
	For the one who shall deceive us
	Is the one...
	On the day of the night things were always well
	But on the night of the light all night things fell
	Thrown into the pit you hear the natives scream
	The legend lives on in the
	Sun God' s eye

	zuò cí : Schaffer
	On the plains of the desert
	A murmured cry was heard
	From the echoes of a wind song
	Singing of a word
	The word of the land begotten
	Is very seldom taught
	To natives of the desert
	Which tribes of old have sought
	Way up in the sky the sun is
	Burning bright
	All the natives screaming,
	Screaming to be free
	The teachings of a wasted
	Life and a darker death
	The burning sun is turning
	Black falling from the sky
	As the moon fades away
	And the sun turns black
	The darkest fall from the sky
	Prepared for their attack
	In the dawning hour
	The doom and destruction begins
	Inside the natives minds
	It seems it never ends
	At once the sun turns back
	And the battle stops
	Everyone' s in grave danger
	Except for those of the dead
	For the one who shall deceive us
	Is the one...
	On the day of the night things were always well
	But on the night of the light all night things fell
	Thrown into the pit you hear the natives scream
	The legend lives on in the
	Sun God' s eye

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