Song | It Dragged Her to Dark... |
Artist | Dawn of Relic |
Album | Lovecraftian Dark |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Juntunen | |
Do you still awake at night and hear his hands | |
Scratching the floor in front of the door | |
to where she was torn... | |
Fearest thou still the moons face | |
for what stares back | |
Do you still light the candles | |
To burn away the Novembers dark | |
for the spell of Eastern sea is upon these | |
winter whitened vanes and cemeteries | |
where gravestones stuck ghoulishly through the | |
snow | |
like the decayed fingernails of a corpse | |
Swear fealty to your sanity | |
It was just few nights ago when you saw 'em | |
from your window | |
Swear fealty to your sanity | |
It was just few moons ago | |
When they took her from your very home | |
Lo ! the red moon from te oceans low hazes | |
Rises in ominous grandeur to view: | |
from the Stygian warped wombs | |
They are here to take you... |
zuo qu : Juntunen | |
Do you still awake at night and hear his hands | |
Scratching the floor in front of the door | |
to where she was torn... | |
Fearest thou still the moons face | |
for what stares back | |
Do you still light the candles | |
To burn away the Novembers dark | |
for the spell of Eastern sea is upon these | |
winter whitened vanes and cemeteries | |
where gravestones stuck ghoulishly through the | |
snow | |
like the decayed fingernails of a corpse | |
Swear fealty to your sanity | |
It was just few nights ago when you saw ' em | |
from your window | |
Swear fealty to your sanity | |
It was just few moons ago | |
When they took her from your very home | |
Lo nbsp! the red moon from te oceans low hazes | |
Rises in ominous grandeur to view: | |
from the Stygian warped wombs | |
They are here to take you... |
zuò qǔ : Juntunen | |
Do you still awake at night and hear his hands | |
Scratching the floor in front of the door | |
to where she was torn... | |
Fearest thou still the moons face | |
for what stares back | |
Do you still light the candles | |
To burn away the Novembers dark | |
for the spell of Eastern sea is upon these | |
winter whitened vanes and cemeteries | |
where gravestones stuck ghoulishly through the | |
snow | |
like the decayed fingernails of a corpse | |
Swear fealty to your sanity | |
It was just few nights ago when you saw ' em | |
from your window | |
Swear fealty to your sanity | |
It was just few moons ago | |
When they took her from your very home | |
Lo nbsp! the red moon from te oceans low hazes | |
Rises in ominous grandeur to view: | |
from the Stygian warped wombs | |
They are here to take you... |