歌曲 | Calm Blinking |
歌手 | Thy Serpent |
专辑 | Christcrusher |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Maensibu, Mäensibu, Tenetz | |
We now could face our seedling, and to accept the disliked figure it bears | |
Watch while it stings my growing as this old friend lasted for years | |
That grey and simple passage hidden within | |
My beloved nectar, it is what he needs held inside ethereal glass of red potion | |
I do now lie cold in grass and plead | |
Begging this familiar face to give oceans but he just hands me the weeds as morningrise never reached my chambers | |
I stare that pale knife with greed | |
It flashes the only colour to my portrait in this moment's ashes; it is a dream | |
No tears to give for this long trail this elixir; my blood is what | |
I bleed In a word of simplicity and hasted strength | |
I never saw that blinking again... |
zuo qu : Maensibu, M ensibu, Tenetz | |
We now could face our seedling, and to accept the disliked figure it bears | |
Watch while it stings my growing as this old friend lasted for years | |
That grey and simple passage hidden within | |
My beloved nectar, it is what he needs held inside ethereal glass of red potion | |
I do now lie cold in grass and plead | |
Begging this familiar face to give oceans but he just hands me the weeds as morningrise never reached my chambers | |
I stare that pale knife with greed | |
It flashes the only colour to my portrait in this moment' s ashes it is a dream | |
No tears to give for this long trail this elixir my blood is what | |
I bleed In a word of simplicity and hasted strength | |
I never saw that blinking again... |
zuò qǔ : Maensibu, M ensibu, Tenetz | |
We now could face our seedling, and to accept the disliked figure it bears | |
Watch while it stings my growing as this old friend lasted for years | |
That grey and simple passage hidden within | |
My beloved nectar, it is what he needs held inside ethereal glass of red potion | |
I do now lie cold in grass and plead | |
Begging this familiar face to give oceans but he just hands me the weeds as morningrise never reached my chambers | |
I stare that pale knife with greed | |
It flashes the only colour to my portrait in this moment' s ashes it is a dream | |
No tears to give for this long trail this elixir my blood is what | |
I bleed In a word of simplicity and hasted strength | |
I never saw that blinking again... |