| Song | The Amen Corner |
| Artist | Opeth |
| Album | My Arms, Your Hearse |
| 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. |