歌曲 | Closed Gates Of Hope |
歌手 | Catamenia |
专辑 | Location: COLD |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Catamenia | |
Left alone to tragedies | |
Staining the soul, undivine | |
Things once dead came back alive | |
Nothing ahead and ghosts behind | |
I realize that I can?t escape | |
There's no turning back | |
My past will haunt me | |
To the end of my life | |
I saw myself before the closed gates of hope | |
We didn't loose the faith, it lost us | |
All streams of life have turned into dust | |
We are left without any hope | |
And we are standing without fear | |
Erase this scenery | |
That I tremble before | |
Everything left empty | |
Dead skin holds the pieces inside | |
I saw myself behind the closed gates of hope | |
We didn't loose the faith, it lost us | |
All streams of life have turned into dust | |
We are left without any hope | |
And we are standing without fear | |
Left alone to tragedies | |
Staining the soul, undivine | |
Things once dead came back alive | |
Nothing ahead and ghosts behind | |
I saw myself before the closed gates of hope | |
We didn't loose the faith, it lost us | |
All streams of life have turned into dust | |
We are left without any hope | |
And we are standing without fear |
zuo qu : Catamenia | |
Left alone to tragedies | |
Staining the soul, undivine | |
Things once dead came back alive | |
Nothing ahead and ghosts behind | |
I realize that I can? t escape | |
There' s no turning back | |
My past will haunt me | |
To the end of my life | |
I saw myself before the closed gates of hope | |
We didn' t loose the faith, it lost us | |
All streams of life have turned into dust | |
We are left without any hope | |
And we are standing without fear | |
Erase this scenery | |
That I tremble before | |
Everything left empty | |
Dead skin holds the pieces inside | |
I saw myself behind the closed gates of hope | |
We didn' t loose the faith, it lost us | |
All streams of life have turned into dust | |
We are left without any hope | |
And we are standing without fear | |
Left alone to tragedies | |
Staining the soul, undivine | |
Things once dead came back alive | |
Nothing ahead and ghosts behind | |
I saw myself before the closed gates of hope | |
We didn' t loose the faith, it lost us | |
All streams of life have turned into dust | |
We are left without any hope | |
And we are standing without fear |
zuò qǔ : Catamenia | |
Left alone to tragedies | |
Staining the soul, undivine | |
Things once dead came back alive | |
Nothing ahead and ghosts behind | |
I realize that I can? t escape | |
There' s no turning back | |
My past will haunt me | |
To the end of my life | |
I saw myself before the closed gates of hope | |
We didn' t loose the faith, it lost us | |
All streams of life have turned into dust | |
We are left without any hope | |
And we are standing without fear | |
Erase this scenery | |
That I tremble before | |
Everything left empty | |
Dead skin holds the pieces inside | |
I saw myself behind the closed gates of hope | |
We didn' t loose the faith, it lost us | |
All streams of life have turned into dust | |
We are left without any hope | |
And we are standing without fear | |
Left alone to tragedies | |
Staining the soul, undivine | |
Things once dead came back alive | |
Nothing ahead and ghosts behind | |
I saw myself before the closed gates of hope | |
We didn' t loose the faith, it lost us | |
All streams of life have turned into dust | |
We are left without any hope | |
And we are standing without fear |