Song | Poor Mortal Lost |
Artist | This Ascension |
Album | Tears in Rain |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Dru, This Ascension | |
run swiftly, silently | |
heartbeat deafens | |
drowns the human | |
body tense, tinge of fear | |
blood rushes, no stir | |
camouflage, safety, ease | |
down into the ground | |
not a breath, and not a sound | |
dashes under and around | |
mother's arms | |
she wears the crown | |
in the plush | |
of earth she lies | |
alone forever | |
with these cries | |
feels not hunger | |
feels not thirst | |
doesn't she know | |
she's not the first | |
endures her lot | |
the bitter frost | |
poor little girl | |
poor mortal lost | |
poor mortal lost | |
save your mind | |
save your soul | |
beware of her | |
a charm of old | |
as innocent | |
as night's cold | |
the bell has its | |
untimely toll | |
poor mortal lost | |
poor mortal lost |
zuo qu : Dru, This Ascension | |
run swiftly, silently | |
heartbeat deafens | |
drowns the human | |
body tense, tinge of fear | |
blood rushes, no stir | |
camouflage, safety, ease | |
down into the ground | |
not a breath, and not a sound | |
dashes under and around | |
mother' s arms | |
she wears the crown | |
in the plush | |
of earth she lies | |
alone forever | |
with these cries | |
feels not hunger | |
feels not thirst | |
doesn' t she know | |
she' s not the first | |
endures her lot | |
the bitter frost | |
poor little girl | |
poor mortal lost | |
poor mortal lost | |
save your mind | |
save your soul | |
beware of her | |
a charm of old | |
as innocent | |
as night' s cold | |
the bell has its | |
untimely toll | |
poor mortal lost | |
poor mortal lost |
zuò qǔ : Dru, This Ascension | |
run swiftly, silently | |
heartbeat deafens | |
drowns the human | |
body tense, tinge of fear | |
blood rushes, no stir | |
camouflage, safety, ease | |
down into the ground | |
not a breath, and not a sound | |
dashes under and around | |
mother' s arms | |
she wears the crown | |
in the plush | |
of earth she lies | |
alone forever | |
with these cries | |
feels not hunger | |
feels not thirst | |
doesn' t she know | |
she' s not the first | |
endures her lot | |
the bitter frost | |
poor little girl | |
poor mortal lost | |
poor mortal lost | |
save your mind | |
save your soul | |
beware of her | |
a charm of old | |
as innocent | |
as night' s cold | |
the bell has its | |
untimely toll | |
poor mortal lost | |
poor mortal lost |