Song | The Flood To Come |
Artist | Madder Mortem |
Album | Desiderata |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Kirkevaag, Madder Mortem | |
Nothing can turn me now | |
Come the terror, come the turmoil | |
Close over breath and bones | |
On the tide will flow | |
Rivers of vibrant life | |
Come the fever to the dead soil | |
Stream with my dormant dreams | |
On the tide will flow | |
Cold is the waiting stone | |
Come the change, I'm sick with hunger | |
Burn me and make me whole | |
On the tide will flow | |
Slow and sure | |
Come the fall, the fall I long for | |
Blind me and bring me home | |
On the tide will flow | |
Seed my world with auguries | |
With agony and joy | |
With fear to hold my spirit down | |
And glory yet to come | |
So will be the day: | |
On the tide will flow | |
Out from our eyes | |
Out from our feeding hands | |
No pain and no penitence | |
No word to hold the flood to come | |
Burn me and make me whole | |
Blind me and bring me home | |
On the tide will flow |
zuo qu : Kirkevaag, Madder Mortem | |
Nothing can turn me now | |
Come the terror, come the turmoil | |
Close over breath and bones | |
On the tide will flow | |
Rivers of vibrant life | |
Come the fever to the dead soil | |
Stream with my dormant dreams | |
On the tide will flow | |
Cold is the waiting stone | |
Come the change, I' m sick with hunger | |
Burn me and make me whole | |
On the tide will flow | |
Slow and sure | |
Come the fall, the fall I long for | |
Blind me and bring me home | |
On the tide will flow | |
Seed my world with auguries | |
With agony and joy | |
With fear to hold my spirit down | |
And glory yet to come | |
So will be the day: | |
On the tide will flow | |
Out from our eyes | |
Out from our feeding hands | |
No pain and no penitence | |
No word to hold the flood to come | |
Burn me and make me whole | |
Blind me and bring me home | |
On the tide will flow |
zuò qǔ : Kirkevaag, Madder Mortem | |
Nothing can turn me now | |
Come the terror, come the turmoil | |
Close over breath and bones | |
On the tide will flow | |
Rivers of vibrant life | |
Come the fever to the dead soil | |
Stream with my dormant dreams | |
On the tide will flow | |
Cold is the waiting stone | |
Come the change, I' m sick with hunger | |
Burn me and make me whole | |
On the tide will flow | |
Slow and sure | |
Come the fall, the fall I long for | |
Blind me and bring me home | |
On the tide will flow | |
Seed my world with auguries | |
With agony and joy | |
With fear to hold my spirit down | |
And glory yet to come | |
So will be the day: | |
On the tide will flow | |
Out from our eyes | |
Out from our feeding hands | |
No pain and no penitence | |
No word to hold the flood to come | |
Burn me and make me whole | |
Blind me and bring me home | |
On the tide will flow |