Song | World Without A Sun |
Artist | Oh, Sleeper |
Album | Son Of The Morning |
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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 |