Song | All Souls' Rising |
Artist | Angels of Light |
Album | Everything Is Good Here/Please Come Home |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gira | |
The cull of foreign bone | |
Marrow sucked beneath the flower tree | |
Leave the righteous ones to rise again | |
And drink the light from enemies | |
Sweet rose of the forest rupture and burst between my teeth | |
Rupture here inside my mouth | |
Change water | |
Change | |
Change | |
Change | |
Change | |
Into mercury | |
It is not me | |
It is not me | |
It is not me | |
It is not me | |
Draw the dirt up into my lungs | |
Lay down the crooked sulphur lines | |
Leave behind the salty mist that sifts between leaves | |
Rivulettes flow beneath my feet and feed a mirror stream | |
Force the blue smoke in | |
Force it in | |
Force it in | |
Force it in | |
Fill the sack of skin | |
Fill it in | |
Fill it in | |
Fill it in | |
With wood | |
With wood | |
With tree | |
With tree | |
It is not me | |
It is not me | |
It is not me | |
It is not me | |
It is not me |
zuo qu : Gira | |
The cull of foreign bone | |
Marrow sucked beneath the flower tree | |
Leave the righteous ones to rise again | |
And drink the light from enemies | |
Sweet rose of the forest rupture and burst between my teeth | |
Rupture here inside my mouth | |
Change water | |
Change | |
Change | |
Change | |
Change | |
Into mercury | |
It is not me | |
It is not me | |
It is not me | |
It is not me | |
Draw the dirt up into my lungs | |
Lay down the crooked sulphur lines | |
Leave behind the salty mist that sifts between leaves | |
Rivulettes flow beneath my feet and feed a mirror stream | |
Force the blue smoke in | |
Force it in | |
Force it in | |
Force it in | |
Fill the sack of skin | |
Fill it in | |
Fill it in | |
Fill it in | |
With wood | |
With wood | |
With tree | |
With tree | |
It is not me | |
It is not me | |
It is not me | |
It is not me | |
It is not me |
zuò qǔ : Gira | |
The cull of foreign bone | |
Marrow sucked beneath the flower tree | |
Leave the righteous ones to rise again | |
And drink the light from enemies | |
Sweet rose of the forest rupture and burst between my teeth | |
Rupture here inside my mouth | |
Change water | |
Change | |
Change | |
Change | |
Change | |
Into mercury | |
It is not me | |
It is not me | |
It is not me | |
It is not me | |
Draw the dirt up into my lungs | |
Lay down the crooked sulphur lines | |
Leave behind the salty mist that sifts between leaves | |
Rivulettes flow beneath my feet and feed a mirror stream | |
Force the blue smoke in | |
Force it in | |
Force it in | |
Force it in | |
Fill the sack of skin | |
Fill it in | |
Fill it in | |
Fill it in | |
With wood | |
With wood | |
With tree | |
With tree | |
It is not me | |
It is not me | |
It is not me | |
It is not me | |
It is not me |