Song | Good Mourning |
Artist | 麦克白 |
Album | Malae Artes |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Good mourning Mr. Sleepy | |
My name is Winter Cold | |
I’ll freeze the heart you’re loving | |
To wound your mortal soul | |
Believe my little friend | |
You’re blind and you don’t know | |
Illusions come to an end | |
And you are gone | |
Her love is like a candle | |
Weeping in the wind | |
Blow out its flame | |
It’s easy as committing sins | |
Farewell for ever | |
Thousands needles in my heart | |
Get me some poison | |
No more lies | |
Good mourning Mr. Sleepy | |
Stare at this stormy sunset | |
The veil of doubt comes creeping | |
Like a disgusting insect | |
Believe my little friend | |
Her heart is turned to stone | |
Dreams come to an end | |
She’s false to the bone |
Good mourning Mr. Sleepy | |
My name is Winter Cold | |
I' ll freeze the heart you' re loving | |
To wound your mortal soul | |
Believe my little friend | |
You' re blind and you don' t know | |
Illusions come to an end | |
And you are gone | |
Her love is like a candle | |
Weeping in the wind | |
Blow out its flame | |
It' s easy as committing sins | |
Farewell for ever | |
Thousands needles in my heart | |
Get me some poison | |
No more lies | |
Good mourning Mr. Sleepy | |
Stare at this stormy sunset | |
The veil of doubt comes creeping | |
Like a disgusting insect | |
Believe my little friend | |
Her heart is turned to stone | |
Dreams come to an end | |
She' s false to the bone |
Good mourning Mr. Sleepy | |
My name is Winter Cold | |
I' ll freeze the heart you' re loving | |
To wound your mortal soul | |
Believe my little friend | |
You' re blind and you don' t know | |
Illusions come to an end | |
And you are gone | |
Her love is like a candle | |
Weeping in the wind | |
Blow out its flame | |
It' s easy as committing sins | |
Farewell for ever | |
Thousands needles in my heart | |
Get me some poison | |
No more lies | |
Good mourning Mr. Sleepy | |
Stare at this stormy sunset | |
The veil of doubt comes creeping | |
Like a disgusting insect | |
Believe my little friend | |
Her heart is turned to stone | |
Dreams come to an end | |
She' s false to the bone |