Song | The Poisonous Eye |
Artist | Elend |
Album | Winds Devouring Men |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Hasnawi, Tschirner | |
We've waited so long | |
My starving eyes | |
Drunk to see | |
We've waited so long | |
Blind Neither living nor dead | |
We could have died to see the world in bloom | |
Poisonous eye | |
The eyes of men, they withered in the sun | |
And reason enslaves us no longer | |
Yet vision is all that mathers | |
To a wayward traveller | |
Another dream... another dream is all we are longing for | |
In every shade, a fragment of light, | |
In every shape, every colour, the chasms of solitude | |
In the temple of truth, we were burning | |
And we saw the dim sun swallow the sky | |
Cast out by the scorn of men | |
In the desert of faces | |
Can we live without shame? | |
Can we die without pride? | |
Poisonous eye | |
All joy is gone | |
Seven eyes to see | |
All joy is gone | |
Seven eyes to bleed |
zuo qu : Hasnawi, Tschirner | |
We' ve waited so long | |
My starving eyes | |
Drunk to see | |
We' ve waited so long | |
Blind Neither living nor dead | |
We could have died to see the world in bloom | |
Poisonous eye | |
The eyes of men, they withered in the sun | |
And reason enslaves us no longer | |
Yet vision is all that mathers | |
To a wayward traveller | |
Another dream... another dream is all we are longing for | |
In every shade, a fragment of light, | |
In every shape, every colour, the chasms of solitude | |
In the temple of truth, we were burning | |
And we saw the dim sun swallow the sky | |
Cast out by the scorn of men | |
In the desert of faces | |
Can we live without shame? | |
Can we die without pride? | |
Poisonous eye | |
All joy is gone | |
Seven eyes to see | |
All joy is gone | |
Seven eyes to bleed |
zuò qǔ : Hasnawi, Tschirner | |
We' ve waited so long | |
My starving eyes | |
Drunk to see | |
We' ve waited so long | |
Blind Neither living nor dead | |
We could have died to see the world in bloom | |
Poisonous eye | |
The eyes of men, they withered in the sun | |
And reason enslaves us no longer | |
Yet vision is all that mathers | |
To a wayward traveller | |
Another dream... another dream is all we are longing for | |
In every shade, a fragment of light, | |
In every shape, every colour, the chasms of solitude | |
In the temple of truth, we were burning | |
And we saw the dim sun swallow the sky | |
Cast out by the scorn of men | |
In the desert of faces | |
Can we live without shame? | |
Can we die without pride? | |
Poisonous eye | |
All joy is gone | |
Seven eyes to see | |
All joy is gone | |
Seven eyes to bleed |