歌曲 | Rage, Rage Against the Dying of the Light |
歌手 | Anaal Nathrakh |
专辑 | Domine Non Es Dignus |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Irrumator, Vitriol | |
Do not go gentle into that good night | |
Old age should burn and rave at close of day | |
Rage, rage against the dying of the light | |
Though wise men at their end know dark is right | |
Because their words had forked no lightning they | |
Do not go gentle into that good night | |
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright | |
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay | |
Rage, rage against the dying of the light | |
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight | |
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way | |
Do not go gentle into that good night | |
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight | |
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay | |
Rage, rage against the dying of the light | |
And you, my father, there on the sad height | |
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray | |
Do not go gentle into that good night | |
Rage, rage against the dying of the light |
zuo qu : Irrumator, Vitriol | |
Do not go gentle into that good night | |
Old age should burn and rave at close of day | |
Rage, rage against the dying of the light | |
Though wise men at their end know dark is right | |
Because their words had forked no lightning they | |
Do not go gentle into that good night | |
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright | |
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay | |
Rage, rage against the dying of the light | |
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight | |
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way | |
Do not go gentle into that good night | |
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight | |
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay | |
Rage, rage against the dying of the light | |
And you, my father, there on the sad height | |
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray | |
Do not go gentle into that good night | |
Rage, rage against the dying of the light |
zuò qǔ : Irrumator, Vitriol | |
Do not go gentle into that good night | |
Old age should burn and rave at close of day | |
Rage, rage against the dying of the light | |
Though wise men at their end know dark is right | |
Because their words had forked no lightning they | |
Do not go gentle into that good night | |
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright | |
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay | |
Rage, rage against the dying of the light | |
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight | |
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way | |
Do not go gentle into that good night | |
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight | |
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay | |
Rage, rage against the dying of the light | |
And you, my father, there on the sad height | |
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray | |
Do not go gentle into that good night | |
Rage, rage against the dying of the light |