Song | Than The Serpents In My Hands |
Artist | Moonspell |
Album | Darkness & Hope |
作词 : Moonspell, Ribeiro | |
Dorme, dorme meu meninodorme no mar dos sargaosque mais vale o mar a pinoque as serpentes nos meus braos- | |
Mrio Cesriny | |
And when all life as you know it-failsall ghostlike lips taste just the-same | |
What better comfort can you find | |
Than the serpents in my arms | |
Sleep, sleep now my child | |
In the sea of crystal | |
TroubleFor better is the violent sigh | |
Than all that you leave behind | |
In your eyes a dark so subtle | |
Tells you walk, but never fly | |
To leave us all behind | |
And when all life as you know it-failsall ghostlike lips taste just the-same | |
What better comfort can you find | |
Than the serpents in my arms | |
Down, down terrible child | |
To look at it is a sin | |
For better is to hold that smile | |
Than all that you leave behind | |
In your eyes a mark so subtle | |
Tells you walk, but never fly | |
To leave us all behind | |
And when all life as you know it-failsall ghostlike lips taste just the-same | |
What better comfort can you find | |
Than the serpents in my arms |
zuò cí : Moonspell, Ribeiro | |
Dorme, dorme meu meninodorme no mar dos sargaosque mais vale o mar a pinoque as serpentes nos meus braos | |
Mrio Cesriny | |
And when all life as you know itfailsall ghostlike lips taste just thesame | |
What better comfort can you find | |
Than the serpents in my arms | |
Sleep, sleep now my child | |
In the sea of crystal | |
TroubleFor better is the violent sigh | |
Than all that you leave behind | |
In your eyes a dark so subtle | |
Tells you walk, but never fly | |
To leave us all behind | |
And when all life as you know itfailsall ghostlike lips taste just thesame | |
What better comfort can you find | |
Than the serpents in my arms | |
Down, down terrible child | |
To look at it is a sin | |
For better is to hold that smile | |
Than all that you leave behind | |
In your eyes a mark so subtle | |
Tells you walk, but never fly | |
To leave us all behind | |
And when all life as you know itfailsall ghostlike lips taste just thesame | |
What better comfort can you find | |
Than the serpents in my arms |