歌曲 | Sword of Darkness |
歌手 | Horna |
专辑 | Kohti Yhdeksän Nousua |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I have bestowed pains in lucid and timeless graveyard harbours by my own sea. | |
One stone was cast in it’s glass waves... | |
Disharmony, infection. | |
I sighed a storm that drowned them. | |
Bare a foot upon my shore illumination. | |
Tombstones... | |
In the calm of the water. | |
Shine of unholy options, mirrored by wintermoon. | |
Choose and | |
I may not... | |
Bare a hand upon my shore illumination. | |
Darkness. | |
Life is not the answer. | |
The hands are rotten. | |
Fool’s reflection, vanish now. | |
I am still the disintegrator. | |
Lucid ultimate pain, dissolver. | |
In the years of brightness until my hateful victory the garden grew... | |
Withered thoughts and vivid words. | |
Vanish now. | |
I have cast the firemist for those in truth shan’t bare the illness. | |
We are of | |
His flame. ... | |
The Revelation. |
I have bestowed pains in lucid and timeless graveyard harbours by my own sea. | |
One stone was cast in it' s glass waves... | |
Disharmony, infection. | |
I sighed a storm that drowned them. | |
Bare a foot upon my shore illumination. | |
Tombstones... | |
In the calm of the water. | |
Shine of unholy options, mirrored by wintermoon. | |
Choose and | |
I may not... | |
Bare a hand upon my shore illumination. | |
Darkness. | |
Life is not the answer. | |
The hands are rotten. | |
Fool' s reflection, vanish now. | |
I am still the disintegrator. | |
Lucid ultimate pain, dissolver. | |
In the years of brightness until my hateful victory the garden grew... | |
Withered thoughts and vivid words. | |
Vanish now. | |
I have cast the firemist for those in truth shan' t bare the illness. | |
We are of | |
His flame. ... | |
The Revelation. |
I have bestowed pains in lucid and timeless graveyard harbours by my own sea. | |
One stone was cast in it' s glass waves... | |
Disharmony, infection. | |
I sighed a storm that drowned them. | |
Bare a foot upon my shore illumination. | |
Tombstones... | |
In the calm of the water. | |
Shine of unholy options, mirrored by wintermoon. | |
Choose and | |
I may not... | |
Bare a hand upon my shore illumination. | |
Darkness. | |
Life is not the answer. | |
The hands are rotten. | |
Fool' s reflection, vanish now. | |
I am still the disintegrator. | |
Lucid ultimate pain, dissolver. | |
In the years of brightness until my hateful victory the garden grew... | |
Withered thoughts and vivid words. | |
Vanish now. | |
I have cast the firemist for those in truth shan' t bare the illness. | |
We are of | |
His flame. ... | |
The Revelation. |