歌曲 | Followe Thy Faire Sunne Unhappy Shaddowe |
歌手 | :Of The Wand & The Moon: |
专辑 | Lucifer |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Kim Larsen | |
Followe thy faire sunne unhappy shaddowe, | |
Though thou be blacke as night | |
And she made all of light, | |
Yet follow thy faire sunne unhappie shaddowe. | |
Follow her whose light thy light depriveth, | |
Though here thou liv´st disgrac´t, | |
And she in heaven is plac´t, | |
Yet follow her whose light the world reviveth. | |
Follow those pure beams whose beautie burneth, | |
That so have scorched thee, | |
As thou still blacke must bee, | |
Til her kind beames thy black to brightnes turneth. | |
Follow her while yet her glorie shineth, | |
There comes a luckles night, | |
That will dim all her light, | |
And this the black unhappie shade devineth. | |
Follow still since so thy fates ordained, | |
The sunne must have his shade, | |
Till both at once doe fade, | |
The sun still prov´d the shadow still disdained. |
zuo qu : Kim Larsen | |
Followe thy faire sunne unhappy shaddowe, | |
Though thou be blacke as night | |
And she made all of light, | |
Yet follow thy faire sunne unhappie shaddowe. | |
Follow her whose light thy light depriveth, | |
Though here thou liv st disgrac t, | |
And she in heaven is plac t, | |
Yet follow her whose light the world reviveth. | |
Follow those pure beams whose beautie burneth, | |
That so have scorched thee, | |
As thou still blacke must bee, | |
Til her kind beames thy black to brightnes turneth. | |
Follow her while yet her glorie shineth, | |
There comes a luckles night, | |
That will dim all her light, | |
And this the black unhappie shade devineth. | |
Follow still since so thy fates ordained, | |
The sunne must have his shade, | |
Till both at once doe fade, | |
The sun still prov d the shadow still disdained. |
zuò qǔ : Kim Larsen | |
Followe thy faire sunne unhappy shaddowe, | |
Though thou be blacke as night | |
And she made all of light, | |
Yet follow thy faire sunne unhappie shaddowe. | |
Follow her whose light thy light depriveth, | |
Though here thou liv st disgrac t, | |
And she in heaven is plac t, | |
Yet follow her whose light the world reviveth. | |
Follow those pure beams whose beautie burneth, | |
That so have scorched thee, | |
As thou still blacke must bee, | |
Til her kind beames thy black to brightnes turneth. | |
Follow her while yet her glorie shineth, | |
There comes a luckles night, | |
That will dim all her light, | |
And this the black unhappie shade devineth. | |
Follow still since so thy fates ordained, | |
The sunne must have his shade, | |
Till both at once doe fade, | |
The sun still prov d the shadow still disdained. |