Song | Senca |
Artist | Darkseed |
Album | Spellcraft |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Darkseed, Hertrich | |
I lost more I ever gained | |
far away, far away... | |
Thunder die, heartache cry | |
Star-crossed light never meant far, far away... | |
Whisper trance-enchants and fear! | |
Light and fags, hope and fear | |
Start to think and start to hear | |
my voice soft, wit and charm | |
Off I rise, twilight-path | |
Never saw such trembling harm | |
Cut-tongued spheres to appear | |
falling down so fresh and free | |
Flat my voice, wake or sleep | |
I have met within my dreams | |
Never feel a calm so deep | |
How can grief break the wall | |
to my long, long promised way? | |
But my sake I will break, | |
break in pieces never seen | |
Senca, nevermore... | |
Beauty, pleasure, youth | |
which one will I choose | |
to uphold my wounds? | |
Beauty, pleasure, youth | |
two of them to lose | |
to avoid my tomb |
zuo qu : Darkseed, Hertrich | |
I lost more I ever gained | |
far away, far away... | |
Thunder die, heartache cry | |
Starcrossed light never meant far, far away... | |
Whisper tranceenchants and fear! | |
Light and fags, hope and fear | |
Start to think and start to hear | |
my voice soft, wit and charm | |
Off I rise, twilightpath | |
Never saw such trembling harm | |
Cuttongued spheres to appear | |
falling down so fresh and free | |
Flat my voice, wake or sleep | |
I have met within my dreams | |
Never feel a calm so deep | |
How can grief break the wall | |
to my long, long promised way? | |
But my sake I will break, | |
break in pieces never seen | |
Senca, nevermore... | |
Beauty, pleasure, youth | |
which one will I choose | |
to uphold my wounds? | |
Beauty, pleasure, youth | |
two of them to lose | |
to avoid my tomb |
zuò qǔ : Darkseed, Hertrich | |
I lost more I ever gained | |
far away, far away... | |
Thunder die, heartache cry | |
Starcrossed light never meant far, far away... | |
Whisper tranceenchants and fear! | |
Light and fags, hope and fear | |
Start to think and start to hear | |
my voice soft, wit and charm | |
Off I rise, twilightpath | |
Never saw such trembling harm | |
Cuttongued spheres to appear | |
falling down so fresh and free | |
Flat my voice, wake or sleep | |
I have met within my dreams | |
Never feel a calm so deep | |
How can grief break the wall | |
to my long, long promised way? | |
But my sake I will break, | |
break in pieces never seen | |
Senca, nevermore... | |
Beauty, pleasure, youth | |
which one will I choose | |
to uphold my wounds? | |
Beauty, pleasure, youth | |
two of them to lose | |
to avoid my tomb |