Song | Bestow My Desire |
Artist | Novembers Doom |
Album | Amid Its Hallowed Mirth |
作曲 : Kuhr, Nicholson | |
My hands are bound, by the sound of a bell. | |
A chime I cherish and respect. | |
A divine song, played upon my chest and echoing through my soul. | |
Not a voice, nor any angel can bring me to my knees faster, then the softness of it's touch. | |
Drowning my strength, as it turns into my tears. | |
Weakness prevails as | |
I'm swallowed deep into trance. | |
Whispering tones, emerge from my bliss. | |
They surround my heart in gold. | |
To only touch the physical side would lock me in for eternity. |
zuò qǔ : Kuhr, Nicholson | |
My hands are bound, by the sound of a bell. | |
A chime I cherish and respect. | |
A divine song, played upon my chest and echoing through my soul. | |
Not a voice, nor any angel can bring me to my knees faster, then the softness of it' s touch. | |
Drowning my strength, as it turns into my tears. | |
Weakness prevails as | |
I' m swallowed deep into trance. | |
Whispering tones, emerge from my bliss. | |
They surround my heart in gold. | |
To only touch the physical side would lock me in for eternity. |