Song | When Autumn Storms Come |
Artist | Naglfar |
Album | Diabolical |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Naglfar | |
Nightchildren bring my words | |
Howling them through the dark | |
The time is here for my return | |
With the shadows | |
I walkTwilight shrouds the earth | |
As always when | |
I'm hereNight spreads her wings for me | |
They call me father | |
I Have Come | |
To ReapFlowers wither where | |
I walkDying of my caress | |
Summer sheds her tears | |
As I kiss her to her death | |
Pulling her dying remains | |
Into my cold embrace | |
No more colors but mine | |
Exquisite and foul are they | |
I Grant You | |
My Dead Seed | |
My heart is made of thorns | |
I spread my frost as a monument of my rebirth | |
I bear stormwinds in my soul | |
And I scatter these storms to enslave the earth | |
Autumn Is | |
My Name |
zuo qu : Naglfar | |
Nightchildren bring my words | |
Howling them through the dark | |
The time is here for my return | |
With the shadows | |
I walkTwilight shrouds the earth | |
As always when | |
I' m hereNight spreads her wings for me | |
They call me father | |
I Have Come | |
To ReapFlowers wither where | |
I walkDying of my caress | |
Summer sheds her tears | |
As I kiss her to her death | |
Pulling her dying remains | |
Into my cold embrace | |
No more colors but mine | |
Exquisite and foul are they | |
I Grant You | |
My Dead Seed | |
My heart is made of thorns | |
I spread my frost as a monument of my rebirth | |
I bear stormwinds in my soul | |
And I scatter these storms to enslave the earth | |
Autumn Is | |
My Name |
zuò qǔ : Naglfar | |
Nightchildren bring my words | |
Howling them through the dark | |
The time is here for my return | |
With the shadows | |
I walkTwilight shrouds the earth | |
As always when | |
I' m hereNight spreads her wings for me | |
They call me father | |
I Have Come | |
To ReapFlowers wither where | |
I walkDying of my caress | |
Summer sheds her tears | |
As I kiss her to her death | |
Pulling her dying remains | |
Into my cold embrace | |
No more colors but mine | |
Exquisite and foul are they | |
I Grant You | |
My Dead Seed | |
My heart is made of thorns | |
I spread my frost as a monument of my rebirth | |
I bear stormwinds in my soul | |
And I scatter these storms to enslave the earth | |
Autumn Is | |
My Name |