Song | The Pacific |
Artist | Ahab |
Album | The Call of the wretched Sea |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Ahab, Drorte, Mellville | |
Oh, ye great mysterious - Thousand leagues of blue | |
No one knows which mysteries are hidden | |
Beneath your surface | |
Your awful stirrings seem to speak of some | |
hidden soul beneath | |
The waves rise and fall | |
Millions of mixed shades and shadows | |
Lie dreaming and silent | |
All what we call lives and souls | |
Lie dreaming... Silent... Dreaming... | |
All what we call lives and souls | |
The ever rolling waves | |
Restless one | |
All what we call lives and souls | |
Lie dreaming | |
Oh, restless one | |
Your tide, the beating beast of earth | |
Oh, ye great mysterious shepherd of waves | |
Offer me your secrets | |
So he shall spout thick blood |
zuo qu : Ahab, Drorte, Mellville | |
Oh, ye great mysterious Thousand leagues of blue | |
No one knows which mysteries are hidden | |
Beneath your surface | |
Your awful stirrings seem to speak of some | |
hidden soul beneath | |
The waves rise and fall | |
Millions of mixed shades and shadows | |
Lie dreaming and silent | |
All what we call lives and souls | |
Lie dreaming... Silent... Dreaming... | |
All what we call lives and souls | |
The ever rolling waves | |
Restless one | |
All what we call lives and souls | |
Lie dreaming | |
Oh, restless one | |
Your tide, the beating beast of earth | |
Oh, ye great mysterious shepherd of waves | |
Offer me your secrets | |
So he shall spout thick blood |
zuò qǔ : Ahab, Drorte, Mellville | |
Oh, ye great mysterious Thousand leagues of blue | |
No one knows which mysteries are hidden | |
Beneath your surface | |
Your awful stirrings seem to speak of some | |
hidden soul beneath | |
The waves rise and fall | |
Millions of mixed shades and shadows | |
Lie dreaming and silent | |
All what we call lives and souls | |
Lie dreaming... Silent... Dreaming... | |
All what we call lives and souls | |
The ever rolling waves | |
Restless one | |
All what we call lives and souls | |
Lie dreaming | |
Oh, restless one | |
Your tide, the beating beast of earth | |
Oh, ye great mysterious shepherd of waves | |
Offer me your secrets | |
So he shall spout thick blood |