歌曲 | The Last Farewell |
歌手 | Devilish Impressions |
专辑 | Simulacra |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
"There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, | |
And, with his sickle keen, | |
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, | |
And the flowers that grow between" | |
Wipe off the tears that run down your face | |
Frozen in time of your most painful dream | |
And transform them all into an ocean so the dream may sail away | |
"He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, | |
He kissed their drooping leaves; | |
It was for the Lord of Paradise | |
He bound them in his sheaves" | |
"They shall all bloom in fields of light, | |
Transplanted by my care, | |
And saints, upon their garments white, | |
These sacred blossoms wear" | |
And once they have sailed away from you | |
Never look back so they shall not return! | |
Unless you’d want them to become | |
a pain that gives birth to another worthless tear | |
"O, not in cruelty, not in wrath, | |
The Reaper came that day; | |
'T was an angel visited the green earth, | |
And took the flowers away" | |
It’s the last farewell… |
" There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, | |
And, with his sickle keen, | |
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, | |
And the flowers that grow between" | |
Wipe off the tears that run down your face | |
Frozen in time of your most painful dream | |
And transform them all into an ocean so the dream may sail away | |
" He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, | |
He kissed their drooping leaves | |
It was for the Lord of Paradise | |
He bound them in his sheaves" | |
" They shall all bloom in fields of light, | |
Transplanted by my care, | |
And saints, upon their garments white, | |
These sacred blossoms wear" | |
And once they have sailed away from you | |
Never look back so they shall not return! | |
Unless you' d want them to become | |
a pain that gives birth to another worthless tear | |
" O, not in cruelty, not in wrath, | |
The Reaper came that day | |
' T was an angel visited the green earth, | |
And took the flowers away" | |
It' s the last farewell |
" There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, | |
And, with his sickle keen, | |
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, | |
And the flowers that grow between" | |
Wipe off the tears that run down your face | |
Frozen in time of your most painful dream | |
And transform them all into an ocean so the dream may sail away | |
" He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, | |
He kissed their drooping leaves | |
It was for the Lord of Paradise | |
He bound them in his sheaves" | |
" They shall all bloom in fields of light, | |
Transplanted by my care, | |
And saints, upon their garments white, | |
These sacred blossoms wear" | |
And once they have sailed away from you | |
Never look back so they shall not return! | |
Unless you' d want them to become | |
a pain that gives birth to another worthless tear | |
" O, not in cruelty, not in wrath, | |
The Reaper came that day | |
' T was an angel visited the green earth, | |
And took the flowers away" | |
It' s the last farewell |