Song | The Blue Lotus |
Artist | My Dying Bride |
Album | An Ode to Woe |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : My Dying Bride | |
Under the darkened ancient oak | |
Gentle in the nights breeze | |
I stop and stare, rest a while | |
With hands upon my knees | |
Through jaded leaves, bush and scrub | |
I spy my journeys end | |
Black it looms, silent gloom | |
The castle called Avend | |
On I trot, past forest eyes | |
Past horrors of the night | |
Through the dark I see a sign | |
A gentle glowing light | |
Upon reaching the castle I ascend the ivy | |
Towards the window | |
My heart pounds my breath is rushed | |
As I fight both brick and branch | |
The ledge is mine and over I sweep | |
Silent like the snow | |
Quiet I slip across the floor | |
Tonight I'll dine with chance | |
Old poems and stories gone | |
A beauty of unimaginable lust | |
Both men's hearts, and Gods, were won | |
Skin like milk, an angels face | |
They say her smile could kill | |
Her hair the blackest of all black | |
Stories I thought though still | |
So there she lay sleeping upon the bed | |
Her breast I see, moves with her dreams | |
A sight I will always recall | |
A single candle that showed me the way | |
Closer I creep, toward my prize | |
The Blue Lotus lies before me | |
Her lips are full, red as blood | |
Moist as they invite me | |
Stoop I did to kiss those lips | |
In that glowing room | |
When suddenly she did awake, | |
Her eyes filled with doom | |
From silks her hands were round my neck | |
Escape there was no hope | |
A brief flash of teeth is all I saw | |
And gone was my throat | |
Her blood lust deep, she swallowed me | |
Red was all I saw | |
She drank her fill and watched me fall | |
Gently to the floor | |
A league away my death is found | |
By locals who tens this land | |
Who lay me down in shallow earth | |
A single Lotus placed in my hand |
zuo ci : My Dying Bride | |
Under the darkened ancient oak | |
Gentle in the nights breeze | |
I stop and stare, rest a while | |
With hands upon my knees | |
Through jaded leaves, bush and scrub | |
I spy my journeys end | |
Black it looms, silent gloom | |
The castle called Avend | |
On I trot, past forest eyes | |
Past horrors of the night | |
Through the dark I see a sign | |
A gentle glowing light | |
Upon reaching the castle I ascend the ivy | |
Towards the window | |
My heart pounds my breath is rushed | |
As I fight both brick and branch | |
The ledge is mine and over I sweep | |
Silent like the snow | |
Quiet I slip across the floor | |
Tonight I' ll dine with chance | |
Old poems and stories gone | |
A beauty of unimaginable lust | |
Both men' s hearts, and Gods, were won | |
Skin like milk, an angels face | |
They say her smile could kill | |
Her hair the blackest of all black | |
Stories I thought though still | |
So there she lay sleeping upon the bed | |
Her breast I see, moves with her dreams | |
A sight I will always recall | |
A single candle that showed me the way | |
Closer I creep, toward my prize | |
The Blue Lotus lies before me | |
Her lips are full, red as blood | |
Moist as they invite me | |
Stoop I did to kiss those lips | |
In that glowing room | |
When suddenly she did awake, | |
Her eyes filled with doom | |
From silks her hands were round my neck | |
Escape there was no hope | |
A brief flash of teeth is all I saw | |
And gone was my throat | |
Her blood lust deep, she swallowed me | |
Red was all I saw | |
She drank her fill and watched me fall | |
Gently to the floor | |
A league away my death is found | |
By locals who tens this land | |
Who lay me down in shallow earth | |
A single Lotus placed in my hand |
zuò cí : My Dying Bride | |
Under the darkened ancient oak | |
Gentle in the nights breeze | |
I stop and stare, rest a while | |
With hands upon my knees | |
Through jaded leaves, bush and scrub | |
I spy my journeys end | |
Black it looms, silent gloom | |
The castle called Avend | |
On I trot, past forest eyes | |
Past horrors of the night | |
Through the dark I see a sign | |
A gentle glowing light | |
Upon reaching the castle I ascend the ivy | |
Towards the window | |
My heart pounds my breath is rushed | |
As I fight both brick and branch | |
The ledge is mine and over I sweep | |
Silent like the snow | |
Quiet I slip across the floor | |
Tonight I' ll dine with chance | |
Old poems and stories gone | |
A beauty of unimaginable lust | |
Both men' s hearts, and Gods, were won | |
Skin like milk, an angels face | |
They say her smile could kill | |
Her hair the blackest of all black | |
Stories I thought though still | |
So there she lay sleeping upon the bed | |
Her breast I see, moves with her dreams | |
A sight I will always recall | |
A single candle that showed me the way | |
Closer I creep, toward my prize | |
The Blue Lotus lies before me | |
Her lips are full, red as blood | |
Moist as they invite me | |
Stoop I did to kiss those lips | |
In that glowing room | |
When suddenly she did awake, | |
Her eyes filled with doom | |
From silks her hands were round my neck | |
Escape there was no hope | |
A brief flash of teeth is all I saw | |
And gone was my throat | |
Her blood lust deep, she swallowed me | |
Red was all I saw | |
She drank her fill and watched me fall | |
Gently to the floor | |
A league away my death is found | |
By locals who tens this land | |
Who lay me down in shallow earth | |
A single Lotus placed in my hand |