Song | Sol Niger |
Artist | Babylon Whores |
Album | King Fear |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Litmanen, Vil | |
Under the sea | |
Dead cities in the dark | |
Dreaming themselves to be | |
Alive once more | |
And in darkened rooms | |
As vaulted tombs we hear them call | |
As sea devours land | |
Towers yield to the sand | |
Oh shine on | |
Black Sun upon all | |
CarthageAs a disease on all fours risen from sea | |
Yea shine on | |
Black Sun upon all | |
CarthageAnd that which never was shall always be | |
And I would see the world revolve | |
Around the crosses tips | |
Fleeing the sun | |
The vulture | |
Swooping down on a carrion | |
Laughing into the nothingness | |
That we flee | |
In mortal fear | |
Oh shine on | |
Black Sun upon all | |
CarthageAs a disease on all fours risen from sea | |
Yea shine on | |
Black Sun upon all | |
CarthageAnd that which never was shall always be | |
And what is eternity | |
But a shoreless sea | |
One eternal day | |
That sees us come | |
And move away |
zuo qu : Litmanen, Vil | |
Under the sea | |
Dead cities in the dark | |
Dreaming themselves to be | |
Alive once more | |
And in darkened rooms | |
As vaulted tombs we hear them call | |
As sea devours land | |
Towers yield to the sand | |
Oh shine on | |
Black Sun upon all | |
CarthageAs a disease on all fours risen from sea | |
Yea shine on | |
Black Sun upon all | |
CarthageAnd that which never was shall always be | |
And I would see the world revolve | |
Around the crosses tips | |
Fleeing the sun | |
The vulture | |
Swooping down on a carrion | |
Laughing into the nothingness | |
That we flee | |
In mortal fear | |
Oh shine on | |
Black Sun upon all | |
CarthageAs a disease on all fours risen from sea | |
Yea shine on | |
Black Sun upon all | |
CarthageAnd that which never was shall always be | |
And what is eternity | |
But a shoreless sea | |
One eternal day | |
That sees us come | |
And move away |
zuò qǔ : Litmanen, Vil | |
Under the sea | |
Dead cities in the dark | |
Dreaming themselves to be | |
Alive once more | |
And in darkened rooms | |
As vaulted tombs we hear them call | |
As sea devours land | |
Towers yield to the sand | |
Oh shine on | |
Black Sun upon all | |
CarthageAs a disease on all fours risen from sea | |
Yea shine on | |
Black Sun upon all | |
CarthageAnd that which never was shall always be | |
And I would see the world revolve | |
Around the crosses tips | |
Fleeing the sun | |
The vulture | |
Swooping down on a carrion | |
Laughing into the nothingness | |
That we flee | |
In mortal fear | |
Oh shine on | |
Black Sun upon all | |
CarthageAs a disease on all fours risen from sea | |
Yea shine on | |
Black Sun upon all | |
CarthageAnd that which never was shall always be | |
And what is eternity | |
But a shoreless sea | |
One eternal day | |
That sees us come | |
And move away |