作曲 : Darkwell, Wurzer | |
Because it stays in the mind of the Binder | |
Chaos spreads in the realm of mankind | |
He will lead us out, the Finder | |
I cannot help in this puzzle, why am I blind? | |
In a cold second of mourn | |
The grieve shades of grey | |
A day unborn | |
Another curse, flee, no way | |
I'm alone in the mists of this life | |
My blood it boil | |
A dark hive-order spoils | |
Because it stays in the mind of the Binder | |
Chaos spreads in the realm of mankind | |
He will lead us out, the Finder | |
I cannot help in this puzzle, why am I blind? | |
He bears our weighty hopes | |
A pile in the sky | |
Against the order | |
The power is now claimed | |
All our hopes in this mystical hands | |
My mind, it swirls | |
If he is not the Redeemer | |
Because it stays... |
zuo qu : Darkwell, Wurzer | |
Because it stays in the mind of the Binder | |
Chaos spreads in the realm of mankind | |
He will lead us out, the Finder | |
I cannot help in this puzzle, why am I blind? | |
In a cold second of mourn | |
The grieve shades of grey | |
A day unborn | |
Another curse, flee, no way | |
I' m alone in the mists of this life | |
My blood it boil | |
A dark hiveorder spoils | |
Because it stays in the mind of the Binder | |
Chaos spreads in the realm of mankind | |
He will lead us out, the Finder | |
I cannot help in this puzzle, why am I blind? | |
He bears our weighty hopes | |
A pile in the sky | |
Against the order | |
The power is now claimed | |
All our hopes in this mystical hands | |
My mind, it swirls | |
If he is not the Redeemer | |
Because it stays... |
zuò qǔ : Darkwell, Wurzer | |
Because it stays in the mind of the Binder | |
Chaos spreads in the realm of mankind | |
He will lead us out, the Finder | |
I cannot help in this puzzle, why am I blind? | |
In a cold second of mourn | |
The grieve shades of grey | |
A day unborn | |
Another curse, flee, no way | |
I' m alone in the mists of this life | |
My blood it boil | |
A dark hiveorder spoils | |
Because it stays in the mind of the Binder | |
Chaos spreads in the realm of mankind | |
He will lead us out, the Finder | |
I cannot help in this puzzle, why am I blind? | |
He bears our weighty hopes | |
A pile in the sky | |
Against the order | |
The power is now claimed | |
All our hopes in this mystical hands | |
My mind, it swirls | |
If he is not the Redeemer | |
Because it stays... |