歌曲 | Mount Marilyn |
歌手 | Tiamat |
专辑 | A Deeper Kind Of Slumber |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Edlund | |
The throne my love that opens now | |
In cattle blood of aery brow | |
Con that life's a dream not to affy | |
As embodied matter love will die | |
You twinkle still in argentine | |
When I palmy doubt the rapid din | |
To force the mare, the pain | |
I hideAs you're no longer by my side | |
Mazed I helmed this crater deem | |
Stranger than a stranger seems | |
Wished to shroud the sortance leer | |
And barely wink the eyes of fear | |
Splay the moon that foolish be | |
And let the sunshine raving me | |
Beyond the love | |
I do behold | |
A ken I saw, a fane of gold | |
I'd seize in pounds our insane blend | |
And phantom laid a smile | |
I sendEke an ounce of purple fire and fairy eyes no longer twire | |
Would fain to stalk the colour fields | |
But tickle | |
I shall stark lonely yield | |
Merely in drowning water clay | |
As anguish wears but shades of grey | |
To retain the chains of elder squire | |
I'd prune the funeral skies denier | |
Once in awhile he still appeals | |
To remind you all it's still for real | |
Breathing smoke and fire | |
But the face of evil that haunted us | |
Was never ever present thus | |
The cupid rainbow ties an orb | |
In which every demon shall absorb | |
Do you think | |
I care?Do you really think | |
I care? |
zuo ci : Edlund | |
The throne my love that opens now | |
In cattle blood of aery brow | |
Con that life' s a dream not to affy | |
As embodied matter love will die | |
You twinkle still in argentine | |
When I palmy doubt the rapid din | |
To force the mare, the pain | |
I hideAs you' re no longer by my side | |
Mazed I helmed this crater deem | |
Stranger than a stranger seems | |
Wished to shroud the sortance leer | |
And barely wink the eyes of fear | |
Splay the moon that foolish be | |
And let the sunshine raving me | |
Beyond the love | |
I do behold | |
A ken I saw, a fane of gold | |
I' d seize in pounds our insane blend | |
And phantom laid a smile | |
I sendEke an ounce of purple fire and fairy eyes no longer twire | |
Would fain to stalk the colour fields | |
But tickle | |
I shall stark lonely yield | |
Merely in drowning water clay | |
As anguish wears but shades of grey | |
To retain the chains of elder squire | |
I' d prune the funeral skies denier | |
Once in awhile he still appeals | |
To remind you all it' s still for real | |
Breathing smoke and fire | |
But the face of evil that haunted us | |
Was never ever present thus | |
The cupid rainbow ties an orb | |
In which every demon shall absorb | |
Do you think | |
I care? Do you really think | |
I care? |
zuò cí : Edlund | |
The throne my love that opens now | |
In cattle blood of aery brow | |
Con that life' s a dream not to affy | |
As embodied matter love will die | |
You twinkle still in argentine | |
When I palmy doubt the rapid din | |
To force the mare, the pain | |
I hideAs you' re no longer by my side | |
Mazed I helmed this crater deem | |
Stranger than a stranger seems | |
Wished to shroud the sortance leer | |
And barely wink the eyes of fear | |
Splay the moon that foolish be | |
And let the sunshine raving me | |
Beyond the love | |
I do behold | |
A ken I saw, a fane of gold | |
I' d seize in pounds our insane blend | |
And phantom laid a smile | |
I sendEke an ounce of purple fire and fairy eyes no longer twire | |
Would fain to stalk the colour fields | |
But tickle | |
I shall stark lonely yield | |
Merely in drowning water clay | |
As anguish wears but shades of grey | |
To retain the chains of elder squire | |
I' d prune the funeral skies denier | |
Once in awhile he still appeals | |
To remind you all it' s still for real | |
Breathing smoke and fire | |
But the face of evil that haunted us | |
Was never ever present thus | |
The cupid rainbow ties an orb | |
In which every demon shall absorb | |
Do you think | |
I care? Do you really think | |
I care? |