歌曲 | Born Of The Flickering |
歌手 | Old Man's Child |
专辑 | Born Of The Flickering |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Galder | |
Enthralled into the dustwind | |
Crusaders of a lost battle | |
Warned by a thorn of war | |
Jeweled in their own blood | |
Yarns of fugitive elements | |
In distance to the thorncastle | |
Empire bricks thrown to the soil | |
Sharp and poisonous thorns | |
Pure it is, like defenseless spring births | |
Unpleased by a sudden nightfall | |
Turned its back on love and life | |
And made it all unpure | |
Lovesongs of the dove, seen through | |
Time of what he song | |
A messenger of the nourishing light | |
Were attacked of enemy ravens | |
So therefore, it song no more | |
Pearlgate servants, in the end you gather | |
In the clouds beyond clouds | |
Foundation walls of the raising temple | |
Prisoners of a time that was | |
Promised sentences long before years | |
Came to join the hearse that rode | |
And will always ride | |
In the hearts of them, historical plague |
zuo ci : Galder | |
Enthralled into the dustwind | |
Crusaders of a lost battle | |
Warned by a thorn of war | |
Jeweled in their own blood | |
Yarns of fugitive elements | |
In distance to the thorncastle | |
Empire bricks thrown to the soil | |
Sharp and poisonous thorns | |
Pure it is, like defenseless spring births | |
Unpleased by a sudden nightfall | |
Turned its back on love and life | |
And made it all unpure | |
Lovesongs of the dove, seen through | |
Time of what he song | |
A messenger of the nourishing light | |
Were attacked of enemy ravens | |
So therefore, it song no more | |
Pearlgate servants, in the end you gather | |
In the clouds beyond clouds | |
Foundation walls of the raising temple | |
Prisoners of a time that was | |
Promised sentences long before years | |
Came to join the hearse that rode | |
And will always ride | |
In the hearts of them, historical plague |
zuò cí : Galder | |
Enthralled into the dustwind | |
Crusaders of a lost battle | |
Warned by a thorn of war | |
Jeweled in their own blood | |
Yarns of fugitive elements | |
In distance to the thorncastle | |
Empire bricks thrown to the soil | |
Sharp and poisonous thorns | |
Pure it is, like defenseless spring births | |
Unpleased by a sudden nightfall | |
Turned its back on love and life | |
And made it all unpure | |
Lovesongs of the dove, seen through | |
Time of what he song | |
A messenger of the nourishing light | |
Were attacked of enemy ravens | |
So therefore, it song no more | |
Pearlgate servants, in the end you gather | |
In the clouds beyond clouds | |
Foundation walls of the raising temple | |
Prisoners of a time that was | |
Promised sentences long before years | |
Came to join the hearse that rode | |
And will always ride | |
In the hearts of them, historical plague |