Song | The Fires... |
Artist | Primordial |
Album | Imrama |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Nemtheanga | |
Funeral winds... caress the flame | |
The naked fire that soothes my flesh | |
In darkness | |
I can ask for little more | |
Then a Samhain fire to lead the dead | |
Nocturnal everslumber procession | |
A gathering of such ancient souls | |
To see our brother to his journey's end | |
Into the darkness forever... | |
The frozen ground dances beneath us | |
Our path cross the barren lands | |
Burning torches lament | |
As fiery shadows dance | |
Across his gravebound face | |
Entombed in pagan earth | |
To rise in the cold | |
November mist | |
We will haunt their pious dreams | |
In eternal black adore we kiss | |
Witchcraft has breathed death in my soul | |
To keep the darkest flame ever burning |
zuo qu : Nemtheanga | |
Funeral winds... caress the flame | |
The naked fire that soothes my flesh | |
In darkness | |
I can ask for little more | |
Then a Samhain fire to lead the dead | |
Nocturnal everslumber procession | |
A gathering of such ancient souls | |
To see our brother to his journey' s end | |
Into the darkness forever... | |
The frozen ground dances beneath us | |
Our path cross the barren lands | |
Burning torches lament | |
As fiery shadows dance | |
Across his gravebound face | |
Entombed in pagan earth | |
To rise in the cold | |
November mist | |
We will haunt their pious dreams | |
In eternal black adore we kiss | |
Witchcraft has breathed death in my soul | |
To keep the darkest flame ever burning |
zuò qǔ : Nemtheanga | |
Funeral winds... caress the flame | |
The naked fire that soothes my flesh | |
In darkness | |
I can ask for little more | |
Then a Samhain fire to lead the dead | |
Nocturnal everslumber procession | |
A gathering of such ancient souls | |
To see our brother to his journey' s end | |
Into the darkness forever... | |
The frozen ground dances beneath us | |
Our path cross the barren lands | |
Burning torches lament | |
As fiery shadows dance | |
Across his gravebound face | |
Entombed in pagan earth | |
To rise in the cold | |
November mist | |
We will haunt their pious dreams | |
In eternal black adore we kiss | |
Witchcraft has breathed death in my soul | |
To keep the darkest flame ever burning |