歌曲 | Love from a dead orchestra |
歌手 | Versailles |
专辑 | Lyrical Sympathy -LIVE- |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
The black sea traces the howling of the wind | |
In these intervals | |
The memories, changed into roses, started to follow the present | |
Inside the picture, the beasts hurt each other | |
And they hand the memories over to the darkness | |
Why do these days refuse to stop like this | |
And turn people into something ugly? | |
This melody will turn into a blue tranquility | |
They should disappear | |
I'm alienated from the connection | |
From fascination to expectation | |
I can't divide the phrases | |
The historical facts are drawn | |
Those fingertips will turn into a blue tranquility | |
People pierce their hearts with loneliness | |
While I'm staring at the roses, the melody of death flows | |
Ah should it fall down | |
Disappear Burn The ugly me | |
No matter how often I kill it, my body returns from the dead | |
If these thoughts reach I'll get rid of everything | |
I just want to bloom like the flawless rose | |
I'll come through, in the midst of this snow | |
The god of death is now born | |
Disappear Burn The ugly me | |
No matter how often I kill it, my body returns from the dead | |
If these thoughts reach I'll get rid of everything | |
I just want to bloom like the flawless rose | |
Disappear Burn The ugly me | |
I just want to bloom like the flawless rose |
The black sea traces the howling of the wind | |
In these intervals | |
The memories, changed into roses, started to follow the present | |
Inside the picture, the beasts hurt each other | |
And they hand the memories over to the darkness | |
Why do these days refuse to stop like this | |
And turn people into something ugly? | |
This melody will turn into a blue tranquility | |
They should disappear | |
I' m alienated from the connection | |
From fascination to expectation | |
I can' t divide the phrases | |
The historical facts are drawn | |
Those fingertips will turn into a blue tranquility | |
People pierce their hearts with loneliness | |
While I' m staring at the roses, the melody of death flows | |
Ah should it fall down | |
Disappear Burn The ugly me | |
No matter how often I kill it, my body returns from the dead | |
If these thoughts reach I' ll get rid of everything | |
I just want to bloom like the flawless rose | |
I' ll come through, in the midst of this snow | |
The god of death is now born | |
Disappear Burn The ugly me | |
No matter how often I kill it, my body returns from the dead | |
If these thoughts reach I' ll get rid of everything | |
I just want to bloom like the flawless rose | |
Disappear Burn The ugly me | |
I just want to bloom like the flawless rose |
The black sea traces the howling of the wind | |
In these intervals | |
The memories, changed into roses, started to follow the present | |
Inside the picture, the beasts hurt each other | |
And they hand the memories over to the darkness | |
Why do these days refuse to stop like this | |
And turn people into something ugly? | |
This melody will turn into a blue tranquility | |
They should disappear | |
I' m alienated from the connection | |
From fascination to expectation | |
I can' t divide the phrases | |
The historical facts are drawn | |
Those fingertips will turn into a blue tranquility | |
People pierce their hearts with loneliness | |
While I' m staring at the roses, the melody of death flows | |
Ah should it fall down | |
Disappear Burn The ugly me | |
No matter how often I kill it, my body returns from the dead | |
If these thoughts reach I' ll get rid of everything | |
I just want to bloom like the flawless rose | |
I' ll come through, in the midst of this snow | |
The god of death is now born | |
Disappear Burn The ugly me | |
No matter how often I kill it, my body returns from the dead | |
If these thoughts reach I' ll get rid of everything | |
I just want to bloom like the flawless rose | |
Disappear Burn The ugly me | |
I just want to bloom like the flawless rose |