Blind Opera 歌词

	作曲 : Jones
	My dead lords... my dead lords
	Your strange ringed fingers turn
	Turned to knots of scented wood
	From your arms
	That held our secrets fell the fruit
	My dead lords
	You hold the past
	And I confess the uneasiness
	of my love for you my lords
	My anger gives me strength my lords
	You loved and listened to the lovers
	But we have stopped listening to you
	We have stopped listening to you my lords
	We've paralysed... the pain
	And the wind in your bare ribs
	Uttered still the tunes of lovers
	In the geese vee'd sky
	My dead lords
	I confess an uneasiness in my love for you
	Confusion in my passion
	Were you the song of September
	That charmed the fieldfares?
	When your rotten skin grew hard
	It fed your minion crows
	My black shining brothers
	My dead lords
	Oh my dead lords
	I confess...
	...I confess
	My anger gives me strength my lords
	I kissed your hard crusted rotten skin
	My uneasiness it grows
	Mut you my Morton lords
	Live on in my anger
	Like the sun

	zuo qu : Jones
	My dead lords... my dead lords
	Your strange ringed fingers turn
	Turned to knots of scented wood
	From your arms
	That held our secrets fell the fruit
	My dead lords
	You hold the past
	And I confess the uneasiness
	of my love for you my lords
	My anger gives me strength my lords
	You loved and listened to the lovers
	But we have stopped listening to you
	We have stopped listening to you my lords
	We' ve paralysed... the pain
	And the wind in your bare ribs
	Uttered still the tunes of lovers
	In the geese vee' d sky
	My dead lords
	I confess an uneasiness in my love for you
	Confusion in my passion
	Were you the song of September
	That charmed the fieldfares?
	When your rotten skin grew hard
	It fed your minion crows
	My black shining brothers
	My dead lords
	Oh my dead lords
	I confess...
	... I confess
	My anger gives me strength my lords
	I kissed your hard crusted rotten skin
	My uneasiness it grows
	Mut you my Morton lords
	Live on in my anger
	Like the sun

	zuò qǔ : Jones
	My dead lords... my dead lords
	Your strange ringed fingers turn
	Turned to knots of scented wood
	From your arms
	That held our secrets fell the fruit
	My dead lords
	You hold the past
	And I confess the uneasiness
	of my love for you my lords
	My anger gives me strength my lords
	You loved and listened to the lovers
	But we have stopped listening to you
	We have stopped listening to you my lords
	We' ve paralysed... the pain
	And the wind in your bare ribs
	Uttered still the tunes of lovers
	In the geese vee' d sky
	My dead lords
	I confess an uneasiness in my love for you
	Confusion in my passion
	Were you the song of September
	That charmed the fieldfares?
	When your rotten skin grew hard
	It fed your minion crows
	My black shining brothers
	My dead lords
	Oh my dead lords
	I confess...
	... I confess
	My anger gives me strength my lords
	I kissed your hard crusted rotten skin
	My uneasiness it grows
	Mut you my Morton lords
	Live on in my anger
	Like the sun

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