歌曲 | Sonnet Macabre |
歌手 | Unto Ashes |
专辑 | Moon Oppose Moon |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Ash, Laird | |
I love you for the grief that lurks within | |
Your languid spirit, and because you wear | |
Corruption with a vague and childish air, | |
And with your beauty know the depths of sin; | |
Because shame cuts you and holds you like a gin, | |
And virtue dies in you slain by despair, | |
Since evil has you tangled in its snare | |
And triumphs on the soul good cannot win. | |
I love you since you know remorse and tears, | |
And in your troubled loveliness appears | |
The spot of ancient crimes that writhe and hiss | |
I love you for your hands that calm and bless, | |
The perfume of your sad and slow caress, | |
The avid poison of your subtle kiss. |
zuo qu : Ash, Laird | |
I love you for the grief that lurks within | |
Your languid spirit, and because you wear | |
Corruption with a vague and childish air, | |
And with your beauty know the depths of sin | |
Because shame cuts you and holds you like a gin, | |
And virtue dies in you slain by despair, | |
Since evil has you tangled in its snare | |
And triumphs on the soul good cannot win. | |
I love you since you know remorse and tears, | |
And in your troubled loveliness appears | |
The spot of ancient crimes that writhe and hiss | |
I love you for your hands that calm and bless, | |
The perfume of your sad and slow caress, | |
The avid poison of your subtle kiss. |
zuò qǔ : Ash, Laird | |
I love you for the grief that lurks within | |
Your languid spirit, and because you wear | |
Corruption with a vague and childish air, | |
And with your beauty know the depths of sin | |
Because shame cuts you and holds you like a gin, | |
And virtue dies in you slain by despair, | |
Since evil has you tangled in its snare | |
And triumphs on the soul good cannot win. | |
I love you since you know remorse and tears, | |
And in your troubled loveliness appears | |
The spot of ancient crimes that writhe and hiss | |
I love you for your hands that calm and bless, | |
The perfume of your sad and slow caress, | |
The avid poison of your subtle kiss. |