Song | A Black Rainbow Rising (Castle of No Repair III) |
Artist | Ophthalamia |
Album | Dominion |
作词 : 王, 鸣皓 aka RISE | |
Why does my heart feel so cold in this heat of cruelty? | |
Is it the bloody business which informs thus to mine eyes | |
May the huntress take my soul | |
For love never existed | |
I am touched by evil | |
I am baptized in blood | |
A rainbow in black is rising | |
Over a still ocean swept in misery | |
The sun is hiding behind murky clouds | |
And never will the bloody stains go away | |
All my will for life has been torn to gray | |
I must hide in darkness | |
And I must dress in shadows | |
My doom is told by the witness of the crowns | |
Has been torn to grey, | |
I've been torn to grey | |
Every night has been the worst yet worst is to come | |
All smiles are born to die an dead is all laughter | |
Smell the stench of death | |
Feel the choking pain | |
Darkest thought so dreadful made doomed and sorrowful | |
I've poisoned my dreams to nightmares | |
I am empty and cold but still filled with horror and dread | |
To be king was it worth the price? | |
And what seemed corporal melts like breath into the wind |
zuò cí : wáng, míng hào aka RISE | |
Why does my heart feel so cold in this heat of cruelty? | |
Is it the bloody business which informs thus to mine eyes | |
May the huntress take my soul | |
For love never existed | |
I am touched by evil | |
I am baptized in blood | |
A rainbow in black is rising | |
Over a still ocean swept in misery | |
The sun is hiding behind murky clouds | |
And never will the bloody stains go away | |
All my will for life has been torn to gray | |
I must hide in darkness | |
And I must dress in shadows | |
My doom is told by the witness of the crowns | |
Has been torn to grey, | |
I' ve been torn to grey | |
Every night has been the worst yet worst is to come | |
All smiles are born to die an dead is all laughter | |
Smell the stench of death | |
Feel the choking pain | |
Darkest thought so dreadful made doomed and sorrowful | |
I' ve poisoned my dreams to nightmares | |
I am empty and cold but still filled with horror and dread | |
To be king was it worth the price? | |
And what seemed corporal melts like breath into the wind |