Song | View To The Dim |
Artist | Dominus |
Album | View To The Dim |
作曲 : Dominus | |
Let me be your god in the sea of frost and cold | |
I'm buried by the florid song of the whales | |
In a ship from northeast | |
Come and take my kingdom of gold | |
As I now pass away and be the air | |
For an eagle and it's view | |
I cross it's hails in night so cold | |
(It) echoes now through the euxine | |
To bring the mistress of the forth coming sea | |
The gloomy blink of her morning in spring | |
Makes the shore so dim | |
I now bring the rain for the forest | |
To delight my path of dim | |
To become the darkest pest | |
For the weak light of christ | |
I'll be the air for an eagle and its view | |
I cross it's hails in the night so cold | |
The echoes howl through the euxine | |
To bring the mistress of the sea | |
The gloomy blink she bring | |
The florid song of whales | |
Do now breathe in me | |
Still I am the gloomy dim so delight my hell | |
Echoes now through the euxine | |
To bring the mistress of the forth coming sea | |
The gloomy blink of her morning in spring |
zuò qǔ : Dominus | |
Let me be your god in the sea of frost and cold | |
I' m buried by the florid song of the whales | |
In a ship from northeast | |
Come and take my kingdom of gold | |
As I now pass away and be the air | |
For an eagle and it' s view | |
I cross it' s hails in night so cold | |
It echoes now through the euxine | |
To bring the mistress of the forth coming sea | |
The gloomy blink of her morning in spring | |
Makes the shore so dim | |
I now bring the rain for the forest | |
To delight my path of dim | |
To become the darkest pest | |
For the weak light of christ | |
I' ll be the air for an eagle and its view | |
I cross it' s hails in the night so cold | |
The echoes howl through the euxine | |
To bring the mistress of the sea | |
The gloomy blink she bring | |
The florid song of whales | |
Do now breathe in me | |
Still I am the gloomy dim so delight my hell | |
Echoes now through the euxine | |
To bring the mistress of the forth coming sea | |
The gloomy blink of her morning in spring |