歌曲 | A Dead Poem |
歌手 | Rotting Christ |
专辑 | A Dead Poem |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Jim, Sakis | |
It's the season the trees die | |
The birds don't sing anymore | |
The rivers never come back | |
Nature dies out. | |
It's the season the trees die | |
The birds don't sing anymore | |
The rivers never come back | |
Nature dies out. | |
Focus tomorrow's horizon | |
Sorrow means no future | |
Cover my face | |
With my guilty hands | |
This tragic future destinied to hurt never heal | |
What end can save me? | |
What good gives me an end? | |
It's the season the trees die | |
The birds don't sing no more | |
The rivers never come back | |
Nature dies out. | |
It's the season the trees die | |
The birds don't sing no more | |
The rivers never come back | |
Nature dies out. | |
First passion | |
Now is lost | |
A dramatic dead story | |
I killed all | |
I have My sadness - | |
Translated into madness | |
I spell meaningless words | |
A poem for sorrow and death | |
Nothing is innocent | |
Nothing is fair | |
I keep wondering | |
I keep wondering | |
How did I end up like this? | |
Focus tomorrow's horizon | |
Sorrow means no future | |
Cover my face | |
With my guilty hands | |
This tragic future destinied to hurt never heal | |
What end can save me? | |
What good gives me an end? |
zuo ci : Jim, Sakis | |
It' s the season the trees die | |
The birds don' t sing anymore | |
The rivers never come back | |
Nature dies out. | |
It' s the season the trees die | |
The birds don' t sing anymore | |
The rivers never come back | |
Nature dies out. | |
Focus tomorrow' s horizon | |
Sorrow means no future | |
Cover my face | |
With my guilty hands | |
This tragic future destinied to hurt never heal | |
What end can save me? | |
What good gives me an end? | |
It' s the season the trees die | |
The birds don' t sing no more | |
The rivers never come back | |
Nature dies out. | |
It' s the season the trees die | |
The birds don' t sing no more | |
The rivers never come back | |
Nature dies out. | |
First passion | |
Now is lost | |
A dramatic dead story | |
I killed all | |
I have My sadness | |
Translated into madness | |
I spell meaningless words | |
A poem for sorrow and death | |
Nothing is innocent | |
Nothing is fair | |
I keep wondering | |
I keep wondering | |
How did I end up like this? | |
Focus tomorrow' s horizon | |
Sorrow means no future | |
Cover my face | |
With my guilty hands | |
This tragic future destinied to hurt never heal | |
What end can save me? | |
What good gives me an end? |
zuò cí : Jim, Sakis | |
It' s the season the trees die | |
The birds don' t sing anymore | |
The rivers never come back | |
Nature dies out. | |
It' s the season the trees die | |
The birds don' t sing anymore | |
The rivers never come back | |
Nature dies out. | |
Focus tomorrow' s horizon | |
Sorrow means no future | |
Cover my face | |
With my guilty hands | |
This tragic future destinied to hurt never heal | |
What end can save me? | |
What good gives me an end? | |
It' s the season the trees die | |
The birds don' t sing no more | |
The rivers never come back | |
Nature dies out. | |
It' s the season the trees die | |
The birds don' t sing no more | |
The rivers never come back | |
Nature dies out. | |
First passion | |
Now is lost | |
A dramatic dead story | |
I killed all | |
I have My sadness | |
Translated into madness | |
I spell meaningless words | |
A poem for sorrow and death | |
Nothing is innocent | |
Nothing is fair | |
I keep wondering | |
I keep wondering | |
How did I end up like this? | |
Focus tomorrow' s horizon | |
Sorrow means no future | |
Cover my face | |
With my guilty hands | |
This tragic future destinied to hurt never heal | |
What end can save me? | |
What good gives me an end? |