Everlasting Peace 歌词

	作词 : Roberts
	The slow march of the army
	The dragging of the boots
	The laying and the waiting
	Until someone starts to shoot
	Where is there this silence, then?
	This everlasting peace?
	You'll find it on the cold blue
	Smiling lips of the deceased
	The slow arc of the sun that moves
	Across the blazing sky
	The vultures circling in the heat
	Above where dying lie
	Where is there this silence, then?
	This everlasting peace?
	You'll find it on the cold blue
	Smiling lips of the deceased
	The miles of green that thirst to death
	The blowing of the sand
	And then the creeping cold begins
	And freezes all the land
	Where is there this silence, then?
	This everlasting peace?
	You'll find it on the cold blue
	Smiling lips of the deceased

	zuo ci : Roberts
	The slow march of the army
	The dragging of the boots
	The laying and the waiting
	Until someone starts to shoot
	Where is there this silence, then?
	This everlasting peace?
	You' ll find it on the cold blue
	Smiling lips of the deceased
	The slow arc of the sun that moves
	Across the blazing sky
	The vultures circling in the heat
	Above where dying lie
	Where is there this silence, then?
	This everlasting peace?
	You' ll find it on the cold blue
	Smiling lips of the deceased
	The miles of green that thirst to death
	The blowing of the sand
	And then the creeping cold begins
	And freezes all the land
	Where is there this silence, then?
	This everlasting peace?
	You' ll find it on the cold blue
	Smiling lips of the deceased

	zuò cí : Roberts
	The slow march of the army
	The dragging of the boots
	The laying and the waiting
	Until someone starts to shoot
	Where is there this silence, then?
	This everlasting peace?
	You' ll find it on the cold blue
	Smiling lips of the deceased
	The slow arc of the sun that moves
	Across the blazing sky
	The vultures circling in the heat
	Above where dying lie
	Where is there this silence, then?
	This everlasting peace?
	You' ll find it on the cold blue
	Smiling lips of the deceased
	The miles of green that thirst to death
	The blowing of the sand
	And then the creeping cold begins
	And freezes all the land
	Where is there this silence, then?
	This everlasting peace?
	You' ll find it on the cold blue
	Smiling lips of the deceased

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