Song | The Black Token |
Artist | Borknagar |
Album | The Archaic Course |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Brun | |
Behold the furious river | |
The river that comes with the time | |
Like a burning flood | |
A flood in the shape of every kind | |
>From the mountains to the shores | |
Trembling aflame within the core | |
I have come as far as the end now | |
To an existence where my soul belong | |
My cells forever redeemed | |
Recalling, the thorn so long gone | |
I have got an eagles freedom | |
And stormy power | |
I have got godly wisdom | |
And the silence of a flower | |
I am passing the orifice beyond | |
To the material origin, the elementary black | |
Behold the stunning blackness | |
Where the raging chaos steam | |
Like a token of flood | |
The dream that faces everyone | |
From the mountain to the shores | |
Still, trembling aflame within the core |
zuo ci : Brun | |
Behold the furious river | |
The river that comes with the time | |
Like a burning flood | |
A flood in the shape of every kind | |
From the mountains to the shores | |
Trembling aflame within the core | |
I have come as far as the end now | |
To an existence where my soul belong | |
My cells forever redeemed | |
Recalling, the thorn so long gone | |
I have got an eagles freedom | |
And stormy power | |
I have got godly wisdom | |
And the silence of a flower | |
I am passing the orifice beyond | |
To the material origin, the elementary black | |
Behold the stunning blackness | |
Where the raging chaos steam | |
Like a token of flood | |
The dream that faces everyone | |
From the mountain to the shores | |
Still, trembling aflame within the core |
zuò cí : Brun | |
Behold the furious river | |
The river that comes with the time | |
Like a burning flood | |
A flood in the shape of every kind | |
From the mountains to the shores | |
Trembling aflame within the core | |
I have come as far as the end now | |
To an existence where my soul belong | |
My cells forever redeemed | |
Recalling, the thorn so long gone | |
I have got an eagles freedom | |
And stormy power | |
I have got godly wisdom | |
And the silence of a flower | |
I am passing the orifice beyond | |
To the material origin, the elementary black | |
Behold the stunning blackness | |
Where the raging chaos steam | |
Like a token of flood | |
The dream that faces everyone | |
From the mountain to the shores | |
Still, trembling aflame within the core |