The Scarlet Garden 歌词
| 歌曲 | The Scarlet Garden |
| 歌手 | My Dying Bride |
| 专辑 | Songs Of Darkness, Words Of Light |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : My Dying Bride | |
| I know no shame | |
| The empire of my desire | |
| Gathers you into my fire | |
| I hope you fall. | |
| Hope you call, | |
| My filthy name. | |
| It makes you crawl | |
| On you knees, with all your pleas. | |
| Lay down there, look up at me. | |
| Are you alive my dear,and breathing? | |
| Are you diseased my dear,and bleeding? | |
| I'll lift you high my dear, | |
| I'll have you dreaming.' | |
| Tis time to say farewell, to your pleading. | |
| Poor devils as thou art. | |
| A ruin at my feet. | |
| Go drop your little life, and welcome up my sleep. | |
| So briefly at my side. | |
| So simple in defeat. | |
| No more lies utter from you. | |
| From mine eyes | |
| I must take you. | |
| No longer wise. | |
| Nothing is new. | |
| Tears for my trembling faith. | |
| You shall not die unsung. | |
| Goodbye my dear, you wicked thing. | |
| I have no tears, beautiful thing. | |
| No silver pail to catch them in. | |
| So ends this tale you did not win. |
| zuo ci : My Dying Bride | |
| I know no shame | |
| The empire of my desire | |
| Gathers you into my fire | |
| I hope you fall. | |
| Hope you call, | |
| My filthy name. | |
| It makes you crawl | |
| On you knees, with all your pleas. | |
| Lay down there, look up at me. | |
| Are you alive my dear, and breathing? | |
| Are you diseased my dear, and bleeding? | |
| I' ll lift you high my dear, | |
| I' ll have you dreaming.' | |
| Tis time to say farewell, to your pleading. | |
| Poor devils as thou art. | |
| A ruin at my feet. | |
| Go drop your little life, and welcome up my sleep. | |
| So briefly at my side. | |
| So simple in defeat. | |
| No more lies utter from you. | |
| From mine eyes | |
| I must take you. | |
| No longer wise. | |
| Nothing is new. | |
| Tears for my trembling faith. | |
| You shall not die unsung. | |
| Goodbye my dear, you wicked thing. | |
| I have no tears, beautiful thing. | |
| No silver pail to catch them in. | |
| So ends this tale you did not win. |
| zuò cí : My Dying Bride | |
| I know no shame | |
| The empire of my desire | |
| Gathers you into my fire | |
| I hope you fall. | |
| Hope you call, | |
| My filthy name. | |
| It makes you crawl | |
| On you knees, with all your pleas. | |
| Lay down there, look up at me. | |
| Are you alive my dear, and breathing? | |
| Are you diseased my dear, and bleeding? | |
| I' ll lift you high my dear, | |
| I' ll have you dreaming.' | |
| Tis time to say farewell, to your pleading. | |
| Poor devils as thou art. | |
| A ruin at my feet. | |
| Go drop your little life, and welcome up my sleep. | |
| So briefly at my side. | |
| So simple in defeat. | |
| No more lies utter from you. | |
| From mine eyes | |
| I must take you. | |
| No longer wise. | |
| Nothing is new. | |
| Tears for my trembling faith. | |
| You shall not die unsung. | |
| Goodbye my dear, you wicked thing. | |
| I have no tears, beautiful thing. | |
| No silver pail to catch them in. | |
| So ends this tale you did not win. |
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