Far Advanced Closure 歌词

	作曲 : Älvestam, Johansson
	I am the last one here, my children I buried in early spring.
	Through the summer I will mourn with my life.
	Will she die too?
	Now I wonder when it is time for me,
	And who will place me in my grave.
	The forests around this house seem to whisper that time is soon.
	Thogh the meadows are ever so green, though the sun still do shine.
	Lord, can you hear me and say what we have done wrong?
	And where did we fail in our faith in you?
	We were told of a spreading death in the south of our kingdom
	By travellers that passed our land in the end of a pale dead winter.
	Stories we were told of how they had passed village by village
	Were all lay dead in rot, and silence had been all.
	The roads untrodden for miles...

	zuo qu : lvestam, Johansson
	I am the last one here, my children I buried in early spring.
	Through the summer I will mourn with my life.
	Will she die too?
	Now I wonder when it is time for me,
	And who will place me in my grave.
	The forests around this house seem to whisper that time is soon.
	Thogh the meadows are ever so green, though the sun still do shine.
	Lord, can you hear me and say what we have done wrong?
	And where did we fail in our faith in you?
	We were told of a spreading death in the south of our kingdom
	By travellers that passed our land in the end of a pale dead winter.
	Stories we were told of how they had passed village by village
	Were all lay dead in rot, and silence had been all.
	The roads untrodden for miles...

	zuò qǔ : lvestam, Johansson
	I am the last one here, my children I buried in early spring.
	Through the summer I will mourn with my life.
	Will she die too?
	Now I wonder when it is time for me,
	And who will place me in my grave.
	The forests around this house seem to whisper that time is soon.
	Thogh the meadows are ever so green, though the sun still do shine.
	Lord, can you hear me and say what we have done wrong?
	And where did we fail in our faith in you?
	We were told of a spreading death in the south of our kingdom
	By travellers that passed our land in the end of a pale dead winter.
	Stories we were told of how they had passed village by village
	Were all lay dead in rot, and silence had been all.
	The roads untrodden for miles...

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