Song | Death-Like Silence |
Artist | Nightrage |
Album | A New Disease Is Born |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Nightrage | |
This is the real news. | |
Old animosities that have surfaced once again. | |
Virtues and faults of a hypocrite race. | |
Inmost recesses of the soul. | |
Thoughts those were whirling through my head. | |
Dead feelings of my dreamy world | |
Arising from this ancient land | |
Looking back at the beautiful | |
Thing that we have lost | |
Makes me scream. | |
Love, Compassion, Eternity, Freedom. | |
I gave my blood for this honour. | |
Love, Compassion, Eternity, Freedom. | |
Always believing that there is | |
something good in this world. | |
Death-like silence. | |
There's only one way to find out. | |
I need to give my hand and I will | |
Be flying away again before the end comes. | |
Everything is turning in my head. | |
The air is like a big pile of empty | |
Thoughts. I can smell the flowers of anger. | |
Love, Compassion, Eternity, Freedom. | |
I gave my blood for this honour. | |
Love, Compassion, Eternity, Freedom. | |
Always believing that there is | |
something good in this world. | |
Redemption of the immortals. | |
The innocence of the sinner's. | |
Always believing that there is | |
Something good in this world. |
zuo qu : Nightrage | |
This is the real news. | |
Old animosities that have surfaced once again. | |
Virtues and faults of a hypocrite race. | |
Inmost recesses of the soul. | |
Thoughts those were whirling through my head. | |
Dead feelings of my dreamy world | |
Arising from this ancient land | |
Looking back at the beautiful | |
Thing that we have lost | |
Makes me scream. | |
Love, Compassion, Eternity, Freedom. | |
I gave my blood for this honour. | |
Love, Compassion, Eternity, Freedom. | |
Always believing that there is | |
something good in this world. | |
Deathlike silence. | |
There' s only one way to find out. | |
I need to give my hand and I will | |
Be flying away again before the end comes. | |
Everything is turning in my head. | |
The air is like a big pile of empty | |
Thoughts. I can smell the flowers of anger. | |
Love, Compassion, Eternity, Freedom. | |
I gave my blood for this honour. | |
Love, Compassion, Eternity, Freedom. | |
Always believing that there is | |
something good in this world. | |
Redemption of the immortals. | |
The innocence of the sinner' s. | |
Always believing that there is | |
Something good in this world. |
zuò qǔ : Nightrage | |
This is the real news. | |
Old animosities that have surfaced once again. | |
Virtues and faults of a hypocrite race. | |
Inmost recesses of the soul. | |
Thoughts those were whirling through my head. | |
Dead feelings of my dreamy world | |
Arising from this ancient land | |
Looking back at the beautiful | |
Thing that we have lost | |
Makes me scream. | |
Love, Compassion, Eternity, Freedom. | |
I gave my blood for this honour. | |
Love, Compassion, Eternity, Freedom. | |
Always believing that there is | |
something good in this world. | |
Deathlike silence. | |
There' s only one way to find out. | |
I need to give my hand and I will | |
Be flying away again before the end comes. | |
Everything is turning in my head. | |
The air is like a big pile of empty | |
Thoughts. I can smell the flowers of anger. | |
Love, Compassion, Eternity, Freedom. | |
I gave my blood for this honour. | |
Love, Compassion, Eternity, Freedom. | |
Always believing that there is | |
something good in this world. | |
Redemption of the immortals. | |
The innocence of the sinner' s. | |
Always believing that there is | |
Something good in this world. |