Song | Seasons In The Twilight |
Artist | Holy Moses |
Album | Strength Power Will Passion |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Classen, Hankel, Schrödey | |
When we learn a spiritual dance | |
All things are dead in our brains | |
Splattered red in our sky of dreams | |
The blood is dripping in your soul | |
When twilights blanket falls | |
All times are ending here on earth | |
Replaced by the others empty existence | |
The light you see is not the end | |
Ease your pain and fold your hands | |
Be your silent prayer for yourself | |
Raise your life and trust your words | |
And lead the hell for yourself | |
Kiss your eyes - in your mirror | |
Procure your Satan for yourself | |
When your name is dying in the sun | |
All hopes are dust in the blowing wind | |
Blackened void under your judgement chain | |
The echoes you hear are mortal pain |
zuo qu : Classen, Hankel, Schr dey | |
When we learn a spiritual dance | |
All things are dead in our brains | |
Splattered red in our sky of dreams | |
The blood is dripping in your soul | |
When twilights blanket falls | |
All times are ending here on earth | |
Replaced by the others empty existence | |
The light you see is not the end | |
Ease your pain and fold your hands | |
Be your silent prayer for yourself | |
Raise your life and trust your words | |
And lead the hell for yourself | |
Kiss your eyes in your mirror | |
Procure your Satan for yourself | |
When your name is dying in the sun | |
All hopes are dust in the blowing wind | |
Blackened void under your judgement chain | |
The echoes you hear are mortal pain |
zuò qǔ : Classen, Hankel, Schr dey | |
When we learn a spiritual dance | |
All things are dead in our brains | |
Splattered red in our sky of dreams | |
The blood is dripping in your soul | |
When twilights blanket falls | |
All times are ending here on earth | |
Replaced by the others empty existence | |
The light you see is not the end | |
Ease your pain and fold your hands | |
Be your silent prayer for yourself | |
Raise your life and trust your words | |
And lead the hell for yourself | |
Kiss your eyes in your mirror | |
Procure your Satan for yourself | |
When your name is dying in the sun | |
All hopes are dust in the blowing wind | |
Blackened void under your judgement chain | |
The echoes you hear are mortal pain |