Song | Something Unique |
Artist | Enslavement of Beauty |
Album | Traces O` Red |
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作曲 : Myrholt, Tunheim | |
The desert vista gleams with hysteria, impossible to foreordain | |
Glamourized, these common waters, exposing her virginity in most frustrating vain | |
The ship of discipline sink without trace, disappears with the change in the air | |
Suddenly cold in its hurried nakedness, so many faces but none of them this ****ing fair | |
This monochrome desert collapse, tangled in a vortex of movement ... | |
Still I weep | |
Out of sight, dreaming her presence, | |
I listen to the wind | |
Spasm of brilliance, plunge into the outside, forced to tears by the sight | |
The twinge of desire, possessed by its darkness | |
Yesterday beguilled by the slop of my exhausted tide ... | |
Is this something unique | |
Oh, when I sit alone at night and wonder far and wide | |
I succumb to the sound of her heart... |
zuo qu : Myrholt, Tunheim | |
The desert vista gleams with hysteria, impossible to foreordain | |
Glamourized, these common waters, exposing her virginity in most frustrating vain | |
The ship of discipline sink without trace, disappears with the change in the air | |
Suddenly cold in its hurried nakedness, so many faces but none of them this ing fair | |
This monochrome desert collapse, tangled in a vortex of movement ... | |
Still I weep | |
Out of sight, dreaming her presence, | |
I listen to the wind | |
Spasm of brilliance, plunge into the outside, forced to tears by the sight | |
The twinge of desire, possessed by its darkness | |
Yesterday beguilled by the slop of my exhausted tide ... | |
Is this something unique | |
Oh, when I sit alone at night and wonder far and wide | |
I succumb to the sound of her heart... |
zuò qǔ : Myrholt, Tunheim | |
The desert vista gleams with hysteria, impossible to foreordain | |
Glamourized, these common waters, exposing her virginity in most frustrating vain | |
The ship of discipline sink without trace, disappears with the change in the air | |
Suddenly cold in its hurried nakedness, so many faces but none of them this ing fair | |
This monochrome desert collapse, tangled in a vortex of movement ... | |
Still I weep | |
Out of sight, dreaming her presence, | |
I listen to the wind | |
Spasm of brilliance, plunge into the outside, forced to tears by the sight | |
The twinge of desire, possessed by its darkness | |
Yesterday beguilled by the slop of my exhausted tide ... | |
Is this something unique | |
Oh, when I sit alone at night and wonder far and wide | |
I succumb to the sound of her heart... |