歌曲 | Of Time And Dust |
歌手 | Tarot |
专辑 | Suffer Our Pleasures |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Hietala, Tolsa | |
There's only one we've all fought for. | |
Give us your grace. | |
We're the eager sons you bear and eat with skies on your face. | |
In all the flesh the craving lives for the embrace of our cruel mother, the dark queen of our short days. | |
The heart of flame, the skin of snow, the cloak of air to kindle our lust. | |
The womb of seas, the bosom of stones, | |
The cradle of earth will kiss your bones to dust. | |
When the earth has gone will we be adopted by strange stars? | |
The love won't die, neither will war and we find no rest apart | |
The heart of flame... | |
Timeless the burning, the anger of suns. | |
Endlessly turning what never has begun. |
zuo qu : Hietala, Tolsa | |
There' s only one we' ve all fought for. | |
Give us your grace. | |
We' re the eager sons you bear and eat with skies on your face. | |
In all the flesh the craving lives for the embrace of our cruel mother, the dark queen of our short days. | |
The heart of flame, the skin of snow, the cloak of air to kindle our lust. | |
The womb of seas, the bosom of stones, | |
The cradle of earth will kiss your bones to dust. | |
When the earth has gone will we be adopted by strange stars? | |
The love won' t die, neither will war and we find no rest apart | |
The heart of flame... | |
Timeless the burning, the anger of suns. | |
Endlessly turning what never has begun. |
zuò qǔ : Hietala, Tolsa | |
There' s only one we' ve all fought for. | |
Give us your grace. | |
We' re the eager sons you bear and eat with skies on your face. | |
In all the flesh the craving lives for the embrace of our cruel mother, the dark queen of our short days. | |
The heart of flame, the skin of snow, the cloak of air to kindle our lust. | |
The womb of seas, the bosom of stones, | |
The cradle of earth will kiss your bones to dust. | |
When the earth has gone will we be adopted by strange stars? | |
The love won' t die, neither will war and we find no rest apart | |
The heart of flame... | |
Timeless the burning, the anger of suns. | |
Endlessly turning what never has begun. |