Song | The Crystal Stream |
Artist | Catamenia |
Album | Winternight Tragedies |
作曲 : Catamenia, Daniel | |
Struck is now the | |
Sun, he's bleeding so hard | |
And tainting the sky, with this brand-new red dawn | |
Now slowly he just fades, fading into the night | |
Ravashed by the darkness, the dusk's purest of lights | |
Blood is now spattered, across the whole dark sky | |
Dusk shall now wash it, with darkness and with night | |
I watch him perish now, | |
I see his slow demise | |
And smile toward the | |
Heavens, for this great gift of thine | |
Thou art the one true queen | |
Mistress of the night | |
Sun's bloody slayer | |
His one true fright | |
Above the howling stars | |
Above the fiery | |
Hell You reign most supreme | |
With yours, the crystal stream | |
You, who now slaughter the day, and send your pale beams | |
Of madness and of pain, | |
On ours, the feeble minds | |
Your sweet heavenly figure, as pale as the white bone | |
Lights through the black darkness, of the long sattered throne | |
And so you carry on, to conquer and to reign | |
Until the fallen | |
Sun, shall rise yet once again | |
So your empires fall, your reign, it turns to dust | |
Your beauty and pale beams, are now forever lost |
zuò qǔ : Catamenia, Daniel | |
Struck is now the | |
Sun, he' s bleeding so hard | |
And tainting the sky, with this brandnew red dawn | |
Now slowly he just fades, fading into the night | |
Ravashed by the darkness, the dusk' s purest of lights | |
Blood is now spattered, across the whole dark sky | |
Dusk shall now wash it, with darkness and with night | |
I watch him perish now, | |
I see his slow demise | |
And smile toward the | |
Heavens, for this great gift of thine | |
Thou art the one true queen | |
Mistress of the night | |
Sun' s bloody slayer | |
His one true fright | |
Above the howling stars | |
Above the fiery | |
Hell You reign most supreme | |
With yours, the crystal stream | |
You, who now slaughter the day, and send your pale beams | |
Of madness and of pain, | |
On ours, the feeble minds | |
Your sweet heavenly figure, as pale as the white bone | |
Lights through the black darkness, of the long sattered throne | |
And so you carry on, to conquer and to reign | |
Until the fallen | |
Sun, shall rise yet once again | |
So your empires fall, your reign, it turns to dust | |
Your beauty and pale beams, are now forever lost |