| Song | In Sickness and Health |
| Artist | The Gathering |
| Album | Moonlight Archer |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Gathering, Smits | |
| The cruelty of this world persists | |
| The cold wind speaks for our lost | |
| Whispering words, weaving worlds | |
| Her time has come, alas | |
| A man with opened eyes | |
| One stopped out of a dream | |
| With a view held within his mind | |
| The tears for his bride redeem | |
| Watching this world falling apart | |
| Like the dreams in a shallow sleep | |
| Countless are the nights they shared | |
| The mourning in his tears | |
| But morning still has broken | |
| A light in his world of dawn | |
| All beauty turned to rot | |
| His flowers, all are gone | |
| Close the eyes of eternal love | |
| Buries his face in his hands | |
| Her face looks so alive | |
| In the morning sun | |
| But morning still has broken | |
| A light in his world of dawn | |
| All beauty turned to rot | |
| His flowers, all are gone | |
| Dreams are nothing but illusions | |
| Illusions for one to see | |
| It's the visual projection of our inside | |
| And as empty as the heart in me | |
| As the heart in me... |
| zuo ci : Gathering, Smits | |
| The cruelty of this world persists | |
| The cold wind speaks for our lost | |
| Whispering words, weaving worlds | |
| Her time has come, alas | |
| A man with opened eyes | |
| One stopped out of a dream | |
| With a view held within his mind | |
| The tears for his bride redeem | |
| Watching this world falling apart | |
| Like the dreams in a shallow sleep | |
| Countless are the nights they shared | |
| The mourning in his tears | |
| But morning still has broken | |
| A light in his world of dawn | |
| All beauty turned to rot | |
| His flowers, all are gone | |
| Close the eyes of eternal love | |
| Buries his face in his hands | |
| Her face looks so alive | |
| In the morning sun | |
| But morning still has broken | |
| A light in his world of dawn | |
| All beauty turned to rot | |
| His flowers, all are gone | |
| Dreams are nothing but illusions | |
| Illusions for one to see | |
| It' s the visual projection of our inside | |
| And as empty as the heart in me | |
| As the heart in me... |
| zuò cí : Gathering, Smits | |
| The cruelty of this world persists | |
| The cold wind speaks for our lost | |
| Whispering words, weaving worlds | |
| Her time has come, alas | |
| A man with opened eyes | |
| One stopped out of a dream | |
| With a view held within his mind | |
| The tears for his bride redeem | |
| Watching this world falling apart | |
| Like the dreams in a shallow sleep | |
| Countless are the nights they shared | |
| The mourning in his tears | |
| But morning still has broken | |
| A light in his world of dawn | |
| All beauty turned to rot | |
| His flowers, all are gone | |
| Close the eyes of eternal love | |
| Buries his face in his hands | |
| Her face looks so alive | |
| In the morning sun | |
| But morning still has broken | |
| A light in his world of dawn | |
| All beauty turned to rot | |
| His flowers, all are gone | |
| Dreams are nothing but illusions | |
| Illusions for one to see | |
| It' s the visual projection of our inside | |
| And as empty as the heart in me | |
| As the heart in me... |