The Flood To Come 歌词

	作曲 : Kirkevaag, Madder Mortem
	Nothing can turn me now
	Come the terror, come the turmoil
	Close over breath and bones
	On the tide will flow
	Rivers of vibrant life
	Come the fever to the dead soil
	Stream with my dormant dreams
	On the tide will flow
	Cold is the waiting stone
	Come the change, I'm sick with hunger
	Burn me and make me whole
	On the tide will flow
	Slow and sure
	Come the fall, the fall I long for
	Blind me and bring me home
	On the tide will flow
	Seed my world with auguries
	With agony and joy
	With fear to hold my spirit down
	And glory yet to come
	So will be the day:
	On the tide will flow
	Out from our eyes
	Out from our feeding hands
	No pain and no penitence
	No word to hold the flood to come
	Burn me and make me whole
	Blind me and bring me home
	On the tide will flow

	zuo qu : Kirkevaag, Madder Mortem
	Nothing can turn me now
	Come the terror, come the turmoil
	Close over breath and bones
	On the tide will flow
	Rivers of vibrant life
	Come the fever to the dead soil
	Stream with my dormant dreams
	On the tide will flow
	Cold is the waiting stone
	Come the change, I' m sick with hunger
	Burn me and make me whole
	On the tide will flow
	Slow and sure
	Come the fall, the fall I long for
	Blind me and bring me home
	On the tide will flow
	Seed my world with auguries
	With agony and joy
	With fear to hold my spirit down
	And glory yet to come
	So will be the day:
	On the tide will flow
	Out from our eyes
	Out from our feeding hands
	No pain and no penitence
	No word to hold the flood to come
	Burn me and make me whole
	Blind me and bring me home
	On the tide will flow

	zuò qǔ : Kirkevaag, Madder Mortem
	Nothing can turn me now
	Come the terror, come the turmoil
	Close over breath and bones
	On the tide will flow
	Rivers of vibrant life
	Come the fever to the dead soil
	Stream with my dormant dreams
	On the tide will flow
	Cold is the waiting stone
	Come the change, I' m sick with hunger
	Burn me and make me whole
	On the tide will flow
	Slow and sure
	Come the fall, the fall I long for
	Blind me and bring me home
	On the tide will flow
	Seed my world with auguries
	With agony and joy
	With fear to hold my spirit down
	And glory yet to come
	So will be the day:
	On the tide will flow
	Out from our eyes
	Out from our feeding hands
	No pain and no penitence
	No word to hold the flood to come
	Burn me and make me whole
	Blind me and bring me home
	On the tide will flow

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