歌曲 | Voyage to Eternal Life |
歌手 | Astarte |
专辑 | Doomed Dark Years |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Astarte, Tristessa | |
The woods are lonely, dark and deep. | |
Stopped between mountains and frozen lake. | |
The darkest evening of the year, | |
I came and wrote upon a cross of wood | |
For the rotting flesh lying under foot. | |
And on the mournful stars gazed up above. | |
The eagle watches from his mountain walls. | |
Good bye to the sun that shines for the dead no longer. | |
Now sleepy death summons him down to | |
Acheron, That cold shore. | |
There is no bride song there, nor any music. | |
She softly whispers your welcome to the endless darkness. | |
Where the blue sky turned to black | |
And the moon remains a frozen hidden memory. | |
One would say that the earth | |
Is the way of all flesh. | |
And the sea is the way of all souls. | |
The very dead of winter. | |
Oh, starry night! | |
This is how you wished to die. |
zuo qu : Astarte, Tristessa | |
The woods are lonely, dark and deep. | |
Stopped between mountains and frozen lake. | |
The darkest evening of the year, | |
I came and wrote upon a cross of wood | |
For the rotting flesh lying under foot. | |
And on the mournful stars gazed up above. | |
The eagle watches from his mountain walls. | |
Good bye to the sun that shines for the dead no longer. | |
Now sleepy death summons him down to | |
Acheron, That cold shore. | |
There is no bride song there, nor any music. | |
She softly whispers your welcome to the endless darkness. | |
Where the blue sky turned to black | |
And the moon remains a frozen hidden memory. | |
One would say that the earth | |
Is the way of all flesh. | |
And the sea is the way of all souls. | |
The very dead of winter. | |
Oh, starry night! | |
This is how you wished to die. |
zuò qǔ : Astarte, Tristessa | |
The woods are lonely, dark and deep. | |
Stopped between mountains and frozen lake. | |
The darkest evening of the year, | |
I came and wrote upon a cross of wood | |
For the rotting flesh lying under foot. | |
And on the mournful stars gazed up above. | |
The eagle watches from his mountain walls. | |
Good bye to the sun that shines for the dead no longer. | |
Now sleepy death summons him down to | |
Acheron, That cold shore. | |
There is no bride song there, nor any music. | |
She softly whispers your welcome to the endless darkness. | |
Where the blue sky turned to black | |
And the moon remains a frozen hidden memory. | |
One would say that the earth | |
Is the way of all flesh. | |
And the sea is the way of all souls. | |
The very dead of winter. | |
Oh, starry night! | |
This is how you wished to die. |