Song | To Thou Who Dwellest in the Night |
Artist | Arcturus |
Album | Aspera Hiems Symfonia |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Arcturus | |
Here is so desolate; | |
Times, they are dark | |
Words ceas' - to end as echoes rolling afar | |
Empathy arises | |
whilst thou drapest this world in black; | |
The only colour that can paint my soul | |
Clad in the shades of night | |
Thou reflects the pure of heart | |
Amidst all the grief this winter unfoldeth | |
The thorn in my side - thou retainst | |
Thy breeze maketh me shiver | |
Maimeth me with its frozen malice | |
Thou minglest with the dense night | |
I hearken to the voice of thy winds | |
They are the saddest of all sounds of thine | |
Never will I take leave from thy haunt | |
Hast thou ever desired me? | |
I recieve no answer, thou letst it pass in silence... |
zuo ci : Arcturus | |
Here is so desolate | |
Times, they are dark | |
Words ceas' to end as echoes rolling afar | |
Empathy arises | |
whilst thou drapest this world in black | |
The only colour that can paint my soul | |
Clad in the shades of night | |
Thou reflects the pure of heart | |
Amidst all the grief this winter unfoldeth | |
The thorn in my side thou retainst | |
Thy breeze maketh me shiver | |
Maimeth me with its frozen malice | |
Thou minglest with the dense night | |
I hearken to the voice of thy winds | |
They are the saddest of all sounds of thine | |
Never will I take leave from thy haunt | |
Hast thou ever desired me? | |
I recieve no answer, thou letst it pass in silence... |
zuò cí : Arcturus | |
Here is so desolate | |
Times, they are dark | |
Words ceas' to end as echoes rolling afar | |
Empathy arises | |
whilst thou drapest this world in black | |
The only colour that can paint my soul | |
Clad in the shades of night | |
Thou reflects the pure of heart | |
Amidst all the grief this winter unfoldeth | |
The thorn in my side thou retainst | |
Thy breeze maketh me shiver | |
Maimeth me with its frozen malice | |
Thou minglest with the dense night | |
I hearken to the voice of thy winds | |
They are the saddest of all sounds of thine | |
Never will I take leave from thy haunt | |
Hast thou ever desired me? | |
I recieve no answer, thou letst it pass in silence... |