Song | Just Assassin |
Artist | This Ascension |
Album | Tears in Rain |
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作曲 : Ballesteros ... | |
woke to a voice | |
it was distand, but distinct | |
it called my name twice | |
for an instant, I think | |
I rose from my sleep | |
as water might flow | |
lurked in the shadows | |
I was moving so slow | |
it called me not by earthly name | |
it knew my trespasses and shame | |
it sweetly sang to me a song | |
I thought it'd last forever long | |
caught in the light | |
taking my breath | |
it came for my life | |
the one after death | |
Oh the night is so cold | |
the day is dry and dead | |
felt the flow on my skin | |
"Welcome," is all he it said | |
so fetch the pitcher by the bed | |
pour it slowly on my head | |
and rid my mind of idle thoughts | |
I thank him for what he has brought | |
justly so | |
justly so |
zuo qu : Ballesteros ... | |
woke to a voice | |
it was distand, but distinct | |
it called my name twice | |
for an instant, I think | |
I rose from my sleep | |
as water might flow | |
lurked in the shadows | |
I was moving so slow | |
it called me not by earthly name | |
it knew my trespasses and shame | |
it sweetly sang to me a song | |
I thought it' d last forever long | |
caught in the light | |
taking my breath | |
it came for my life | |
the one after death | |
Oh the night is so cold | |
the day is dry and dead | |
felt the flow on my skin | |
" Welcome," is all he it said | |
so fetch the pitcher by the bed | |
pour it slowly on my head | |
and rid my mind of idle thoughts | |
I thank him for what he has brought | |
justly so | |
justly so |
zuò qǔ : Ballesteros ... | |
woke to a voice | |
it was distand, but distinct | |
it called my name twice | |
for an instant, I think | |
I rose from my sleep | |
as water might flow | |
lurked in the shadows | |
I was moving so slow | |
it called me not by earthly name | |
it knew my trespasses and shame | |
it sweetly sang to me a song | |
I thought it' d last forever long | |
caught in the light | |
taking my breath | |
it came for my life | |
the one after death | |
Oh the night is so cold | |
the day is dry and dead | |
felt the flow on my skin | |
" Welcome," is all he it said | |
so fetch the pitcher by the bed | |
pour it slowly on my head | |
and rid my mind of idle thoughts | |
I thank him for what he has brought | |
justly so | |
justly so |