歌曲 | The Continuity of Land and Blood |
歌手 | Naer Mataron |
专辑 | River at Dash Scalding |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Kaiadas, Morpheas | |
The full conscience of the cosmic harmony | |
Of the ancient soul and the metaphysics substance of the environment | |
The ancient soul lives inside us, unintentionally hidden | |
Strange creatures, absolutely real a different touch | |
It is time when the night numbs from the frost | |
The time when the goat comes deep red | |
With scalding eyes and with nails on his feet | |
The goat rises all alone, at the edge he stands | |
His teeth glitters, he smells the | |
Archipelagos rising | |
I see him! | |
The gods are nothing more than | |
Vampires Who are fed by the fantasy of the chosen ones | |
Each time a cypress bows by the winds blow | |
The mind of the poet flutters | |
Then Apollon rises |
zuo qu : Kaiadas, Morpheas | |
The full conscience of the cosmic harmony | |
Of the ancient soul and the metaphysics substance of the environment | |
The ancient soul lives inside us, unintentionally hidden | |
Strange creatures, absolutely real a different touch | |
It is time when the night numbs from the frost | |
The time when the goat comes deep red | |
With scalding eyes and with nails on his feet | |
The goat rises all alone, at the edge he stands | |
His teeth glitters, he smells the | |
Archipelagos rising | |
I see him! | |
The gods are nothing more than | |
Vampires Who are fed by the fantasy of the chosen ones | |
Each time a cypress bows by the winds blow | |
The mind of the poet flutters | |
Then Apollon rises |
zuò qǔ : Kaiadas, Morpheas | |
The full conscience of the cosmic harmony | |
Of the ancient soul and the metaphysics substance of the environment | |
The ancient soul lives inside us, unintentionally hidden | |
Strange creatures, absolutely real a different touch | |
It is time when the night numbs from the frost | |
The time when the goat comes deep red | |
With scalding eyes and with nails on his feet | |
The goat rises all alone, at the edge he stands | |
His teeth glitters, he smells the | |
Archipelagos rising | |
I see him! | |
The gods are nothing more than | |
Vampires Who are fed by the fantasy of the chosen ones | |
Each time a cypress bows by the winds blow | |
The mind of the poet flutters | |
Then Apollon rises |