Song | The Amen Corner |
Artist | Opeth |
Album | The Candlelight Years |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Opeth | |
White summer. | |
So far I have gone to see you again. | |
Hiding your face in the palm of your hands. | |
Finding solace in the words I do despise. | |
You snatch at every sound. | |
And even though you believe that I am shackled within death, | |
memories are tainted with paleness. | |
Crestfallen still. | |
Those eyes... empty like a barren well. | |
It was the only task I would undertake. | |
To reap the harvest that was mine. | |
The seed that had sprung into a florid meadow, | |
and left me helpless in your embrace. | |
The bond we never spoke of, once stark and enticing, | |
now slowly smoldering to dust. | |
The celestial touch, from grey to black. | |
A fathomless void enclosing. | |
Unwritten secrets beneath the cobwebs. | |
I can not endure. And so I rose from my sleep. | |
The moon turned away its face. | |
Overture of the long, black night begins... | |
something you said: "Eerie circles upon the waters". | |
Until now we have shared the same aura. | |
My ashes within your hands. | |
My breath in the sepulchral mound. | |
You know that your night is my day. | |
The final spark that blew life into me, | |
the DEMON OF THE FALL. |
zuo ci : Opeth | |
White summer. | |
So far I have gone to see you again. | |
Hiding your face in the palm of your hands. | |
Finding solace in the words I do despise. | |
You snatch at every sound. | |
And even though you believe that I am shackled within death, | |
memories are tainted with paleness. | |
Crestfallen still. | |
Those eyes... empty like a barren well. | |
It was the only task I would undertake. | |
To reap the harvest that was mine. | |
The seed that had sprung into a florid meadow, | |
and left me helpless in your embrace. | |
The bond we never spoke of, once stark and enticing, | |
now slowly smoldering to dust. | |
The celestial touch, from grey to black. | |
A fathomless void enclosing. | |
Unwritten secrets beneath the cobwebs. | |
I can not endure. And so I rose from my sleep. | |
The moon turned away its face. | |
Overture of the long, black night begins... | |
something you said: " Eerie circles upon the waters". | |
Until now we have shared the same aura. | |
My ashes within your hands. | |
My breath in the sepulchral mound. | |
You know that your night is my day. | |
The final spark that blew life into me, | |
the DEMON OF THE FALL. |
zuò cí : Opeth | |
White summer. | |
So far I have gone to see you again. | |
Hiding your face in the palm of your hands. | |
Finding solace in the words I do despise. | |
You snatch at every sound. | |
And even though you believe that I am shackled within death, | |
memories are tainted with paleness. | |
Crestfallen still. | |
Those eyes... empty like a barren well. | |
It was the only task I would undertake. | |
To reap the harvest that was mine. | |
The seed that had sprung into a florid meadow, | |
and left me helpless in your embrace. | |
The bond we never spoke of, once stark and enticing, | |
now slowly smoldering to dust. | |
The celestial touch, from grey to black. | |
A fathomless void enclosing. | |
Unwritten secrets beneath the cobwebs. | |
I can not endure. And so I rose from my sleep. | |
The moon turned away its face. | |
Overture of the long, black night begins... | |
something you said: " Eerie circles upon the waters". | |
Until now we have shared the same aura. | |
My ashes within your hands. | |
My breath in the sepulchral mound. | |
You know that your night is my day. | |
The final spark that blew life into me, | |
the DEMON OF THE FALL. |