Song | Infernal Summer |
Artist | Primordial |
Album | Imrama |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Nemtheanga | |
Her skin, so pale... shrouded in black | |
I drew down the veil, | |
I wanted her back | |
I am at one with what never lived | |
I'll draw down the veil, and offer up what | |
I have to give... | |
Shall you try and poison my words | |
At a summers funeral, | |
I woke to the light | |
Shall you lay my bed with thorns | |
And clutch at me like you have done to life...? | |
Shall I be the chief mourner, in your procession | |
No stone lays unturned... (Rest in your grave) | |
I can no longer hear, silence calling your name | |
Or the choirs of ruin, lamemting your pain |
zuo qu : Nemtheanga | |
Her skin, so pale... shrouded in black | |
I drew down the veil, | |
I wanted her back | |
I am at one with what never lived | |
I' ll draw down the veil, and offer up what | |
I have to give... | |
Shall you try and poison my words | |
At a summers funeral, | |
I woke to the light | |
Shall you lay my bed with thorns | |
And clutch at me like you have done to life...? | |
Shall I be the chief mourner, in your procession | |
No stone lays unturned... Rest in your grave | |
I can no longer hear, silence calling your name | |
Or the choirs of ruin, lamemting your pain |
zuò qǔ : Nemtheanga | |
Her skin, so pale... shrouded in black | |
I drew down the veil, | |
I wanted her back | |
I am at one with what never lived | |
I' ll draw down the veil, and offer up what | |
I have to give... | |
Shall you try and poison my words | |
At a summers funeral, | |
I woke to the light | |
Shall you lay my bed with thorns | |
And clutch at me like you have done to life...? | |
Shall I be the chief mourner, in your procession | |
No stone lays unturned... Rest in your grave | |
I can no longer hear, silence calling your name | |
Or the choirs of ruin, lamemting your pain |