歌曲 | Scars of Greed |
歌手 | Diary of Dreams |
专辑 | End of Flowers |
作曲 : Hates | |
O'angels come to guide me in my sacred land | |
Thine holy glance enlights my chamber | |
Stranger worlds in fractal thoughts | |
A gentle thrill | |
I'm crowned with thorns | |
Who will remember this ? | |
Quiet doms of whispering circling in my head | |
Collapsing mental boundries | |
Draconic lips of mine | |
And angels still corrupting with a silent word of wisdom | |
O'angels find their sacred land | |
In my debility they bloom | |
Kill my flesh | |
Kill my skin | |
Cure my sore | |
Cure my belief | |
A wince, just to regret | |
To wear a willow | |
A wince, just to regret self - sacrifice | |
To wear the willow- lost within | |
And grieve for what I've lost - a mournful eye | |
My thirst for life embodies prayers at night | |
I sentence myself - a wilful execution | |
Disclaiming innocence indeed | |
O'angel find their sacred land in mine | |
What they have never dared to be | |
O'angel find their sacred land in mine | |
Where they can be what they greed | |
O'angel find their sacred land in mine | |
For they can still make me believe | |
O'angel find their sacred land in mine | |
For they have crowned me ...... | |
......Crowned with thorns |
zuò qǔ : Hates | |
O' angels come to guide me in my sacred land | |
Thine holy glance enlights my chamber | |
Stranger worlds in fractal thoughts | |
A gentle thrill | |
I' m crowned with thorns | |
Who will remember this nbsp? | |
Quiet doms of whispering circling in my head | |
Collapsing mental boundries | |
Draconic lips of mine | |
And angels still corrupting with a silent word of wisdom | |
O' angels find their sacred land | |
In my debility they bloom | |
Kill my flesh | |
Kill my skin | |
Cure my sore | |
Cure my belief | |
A wince, just to regret | |
To wear a willow | |
A wince, just to regret self sacrifice | |
To wear the willow lost within | |
And grieve for what I' ve lost a mournful eye | |
My thirst for life embodies prayers at night | |
I sentence myself a wilful execution | |
Disclaiming innocence indeed | |
O' angel find their sacred land in mine | |
What they have never dared to be | |
O' angel find their sacred land in mine | |
Where they can be what they greed | |
O' angel find their sacred land in mine | |
For they can still make me believe | |
O' angel find their sacred land in mine | |
For they have crowned me ...... | |
...... Crowned with thorns |