| Song | World Without A Sun |
| Artist | Oh, Sleeper |
| Album | Son Of The Morning |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Kinard, Oh Sleeper | |
| I fear a world without the sun | |
| The day the sun never rose, cold swept the world | |
| And now stone and ice, the children she forms | |
| I lift my eyes to take in horizons of skin | |
| The cold is creeping to meet with wrath above, and you’ll soon be fearing to see what it kept us away from | |
| I fear a world without the sun | |
| I fear a world without the sun, but never who wished it gone | |
| The trees are dead, yet alive more than ever, growing flesh where once were leaves | |
| They stretch instead of tower | |
| Like bone wrapped giants they reach | |
| But nothing stirs like the fire’s thunder | |
| The cold is creeping to meet with wrath above, and you’ll soon be fearing to see what it kept us away from | |
| I fear a world without the sun | |
| I fear a world without the sun, but never who wished it gone | |
| And now the ground pulses, constricting for birth |
| zuo qu : Kinard, Oh Sleeper | |
| I fear a world without the sun | |
| The day the sun never rose, cold swept the world | |
| And now stone and ice, the children she forms | |
| I lift my eyes to take in horizons of skin | |
| The cold is creeping to meet with wrath above, and you' ll soon be fearing to see what it kept us away from | |
| I fear a world without the sun | |
| I fear a world without the sun, but never who wished it gone | |
| The trees are dead, yet alive more than ever, growing flesh where once were leaves | |
| They stretch instead of tower | |
| Like bone wrapped giants they reach | |
| But nothing stirs like the fire' s thunder | |
| The cold is creeping to meet with wrath above, and you' ll soon be fearing to see what it kept us away from | |
| I fear a world without the sun | |
| I fear a world without the sun, but never who wished it gone | |
| And now the ground pulses, constricting for birth |
| zuò qǔ : Kinard, Oh Sleeper | |
| I fear a world without the sun | |
| The day the sun never rose, cold swept the world | |
| And now stone and ice, the children she forms | |
| I lift my eyes to take in horizons of skin | |
| The cold is creeping to meet with wrath above, and you' ll soon be fearing to see what it kept us away from | |
| I fear a world without the sun | |
| I fear a world without the sun, but never who wished it gone | |
| The trees are dead, yet alive more than ever, growing flesh where once were leaves | |
| They stretch instead of tower | |
| Like bone wrapped giants they reach | |
| But nothing stirs like the fire' s thunder | |
| The cold is creeping to meet with wrath above, and you' ll soon be fearing to see what it kept us away from | |
| I fear a world without the sun | |
| I fear a world without the sun, but never who wished it gone | |
| And now the ground pulses, constricting for birth |