Sleep and Death 歌词

	作曲 : Dünser ...
	Dreaming under willows
	Our cheeks caress the stars
	The faded night's brow inclines
	Sleep and death, the dark eagles
	Roaring for nights on end around our heads.
	The countenance of our white tombs
	Stares at us
	The countenance of our white tombs
	All the time
	Sleep and death, the dark eagles
	Roaring for nights on end around our heads.
	While we are walking under dark arcades
	And the shadows of dead angels play beside.
	Silent the winds decay
	On the lonesome hill
	The bleak walls Of the autumnal grove
	The countenance of our white tombs
	Stares at us
	The countenance of our white tombs
	All the time
	Sleep and death, the dark eagles
	Roaring for nights on end around our heads.
	While we are walking under dark arcades
	And the shadows of dead angels play beside.

	zuo qu : Dü nser ...
	Dreaming under willows
	Our cheeks caress the stars
	The faded night' s brow inclines
	Sleep and death, the dark eagles
	Roaring for nights on end around our heads.
	The countenance of our white tombs
	Stares at us
	The countenance of our white tombs
	All the time
	Sleep and death, the dark eagles
	Roaring for nights on end around our heads.
	While we are walking under dark arcades
	And the shadows of dead angels play beside.
	Silent the winds decay
	On the lonesome hill
	The bleak walls Of the autumnal grove
	The countenance of our white tombs
	Stares at us
	The countenance of our white tombs
	All the time
	Sleep and death, the dark eagles
	Roaring for nights on end around our heads.
	While we are walking under dark arcades
	And the shadows of dead angels play beside.

	zuò qǔ : Dü nser ...
	Dreaming under willows
	Our cheeks caress the stars
	The faded night' s brow inclines
	Sleep and death, the dark eagles
	Roaring for nights on end around our heads.
	The countenance of our white tombs
	Stares at us
	The countenance of our white tombs
	All the time
	Sleep and death, the dark eagles
	Roaring for nights on end around our heads.
	While we are walking under dark arcades
	And the shadows of dead angels play beside.
	Silent the winds decay
	On the lonesome hill
	The bleak walls Of the autumnal grove
	The countenance of our white tombs
	Stares at us
	The countenance of our white tombs
	All the time
	Sleep and death, the dark eagles
	Roaring for nights on end around our heads.
	While we are walking under dark arcades
	And the shadows of dead angels play beside.

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