Song | The Grand Design |
Artist | Edenbridge |
Album | The Chronicles of Eden |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Edenbridge, Lanvall | |
A fallow land, a plan so grand | |
To bring all to its prime | |
A silver flame, out of where we came | |
It's the silver flame of time [Chorus] | |
A sylphlike view, an old mirage | |
A paragon of beauty | |
A land of leal under skies divine | |
A constant glare, given to the heir | |
The brightest grand design | |
Memories, ever since time began | |
Holding these, a perennial plan | |
A kestrel in sky, a ship that is hull down | |
It's not just a try, what happens hereby | |
The wealth of ideas, inspirited worlds | |
The essence of pacific being | |
Mesmerize me | |
The boundless alliance awaits [Chorus] | |
Vagaries, without a strain for effect | |
No time to cease, so much left to direct | |
Who sows the wind, will reap the whirlwind | |
And mounts the high horse, discovers a gale force | |
The blueprint to found, a genuine world | |
It's all in the lap of the gods | |
Mesmerize me | |
The boundless alliance awaits [Chorus] | |
The brightest grand design | |
Where we go and our spirits flow | |
Beyond we'll come to know | |
Far too late, we see | |
Thrown away this beauty | |
Hear the last bell's ring | |
Gaia's voice is fading [Repeat] | |
Things may take a turn | |
Whom it may concern | |
It's not mere child's play | |
A stony cold stairway | |
But hope and love will never die | |
What happened to you? | |
You took it on the chin, the sky overcast | |
This day, will it be your last in line | |
The lingering sound of hope | |
When all is on the slope | |
And we find the bird flown | |
When your sun is set | |
A stroke of a genius entombed, a current of time? | |
The sense, no reason, no rhyme at all | |
Forever and a day | |
It's gone to our dismay | |
Does the grand design fade? | |
A world seething with rage, is building its own cage | |
Will we reach too soon, times of a man-made moon | |
Hope and a strong will to change, is the force to rearrange | |
Can we move heaven and earth, to ring in a rebirth | |
When we have our wits about one, and the last doubt is gone | |
We only follow a line, our life is part of the grand design |
zuo qu : Edenbridge, Lanvall | |
A fallow land, a plan so grand | |
To bring all to its prime | |
A silver flame, out of where we came | |
It' s the silver flame of time Chorus | |
A sylphlike view, an old mirage | |
A paragon of beauty | |
A land of leal under skies divine | |
A constant glare, given to the heir | |
The brightest grand design | |
Memories, ever since time began | |
Holding these, a perennial plan | |
A kestrel in sky, a ship that is hull down | |
It' s not just a try, what happens hereby | |
The wealth of ideas, inspirited worlds | |
The essence of pacific being | |
Mesmerize me | |
The boundless alliance awaits Chorus | |
Vagaries, without a strain for effect | |
No time to cease, so much left to direct | |
Who sows the wind, will reap the whirlwind | |
And mounts the high horse, discovers a gale force | |
The blueprint to found, a genuine world | |
It' s all in the lap of the gods | |
Mesmerize me | |
The boundless alliance awaits Chorus | |
The brightest grand design | |
Where we go and our spirits flow | |
Beyond we' ll come to know | |
Far too late, we see | |
Thrown away this beauty | |
Hear the last bell' s ring | |
Gaia' s voice is fading Repeat | |
Things may take a turn | |
Whom it may concern | |
It' s not mere child' s play | |
A stony cold stairway | |
But hope and love will never die | |
What happened to you? | |
You took it on the chin, the sky overcast | |
This day, will it be your last in line | |
The lingering sound of hope | |
When all is on the slope | |
And we find the bird flown | |
When your sun is set | |
A stroke of a genius entombed, a current of time? | |
The sense, no reason, no rhyme at all | |
Forever and a day | |
It' s gone to our dismay | |
Does the grand design fade? | |
A world seething with rage, is building its own cage | |
Will we reach too soon, times of a manmade moon | |
Hope and a strong will to change, is the force to rearrange | |
Can we move heaven and earth, to ring in a rebirth | |
When we have our wits about one, and the last doubt is gone | |
We only follow a line, our life is part of the grand design |
zuò qǔ : Edenbridge, Lanvall | |
A fallow land, a plan so grand | |
To bring all to its prime | |
A silver flame, out of where we came | |
It' s the silver flame of time Chorus | |
A sylphlike view, an old mirage | |
A paragon of beauty | |
A land of leal under skies divine | |
A constant glare, given to the heir | |
The brightest grand design | |
Memories, ever since time began | |
Holding these, a perennial plan | |
A kestrel in sky, a ship that is hull down | |
It' s not just a try, what happens hereby | |
The wealth of ideas, inspirited worlds | |
The essence of pacific being | |
Mesmerize me | |
The boundless alliance awaits Chorus | |
Vagaries, without a strain for effect | |
No time to cease, so much left to direct | |
Who sows the wind, will reap the whirlwind | |
And mounts the high horse, discovers a gale force | |
The blueprint to found, a genuine world | |
It' s all in the lap of the gods | |
Mesmerize me | |
The boundless alliance awaits Chorus | |
The brightest grand design | |
Where we go and our spirits flow | |
Beyond we' ll come to know | |
Far too late, we see | |
Thrown away this beauty | |
Hear the last bell' s ring | |
Gaia' s voice is fading Repeat | |
Things may take a turn | |
Whom it may concern | |
It' s not mere child' s play | |
A stony cold stairway | |
But hope and love will never die | |
What happened to you? | |
You took it on the chin, the sky overcast | |
This day, will it be your last in line | |
The lingering sound of hope | |
When all is on the slope | |
And we find the bird flown | |
When your sun is set | |
A stroke of a genius entombed, a current of time? | |
The sense, no reason, no rhyme at all | |
Forever and a day | |
It' s gone to our dismay | |
Does the grand design fade? | |
A world seething with rage, is building its own cage | |
Will we reach too soon, times of a manmade moon | |
Hope and a strong will to change, is the force to rearrange | |
Can we move heaven and earth, to ring in a rebirth | |
When we have our wits about one, and the last doubt is gone | |
We only follow a line, our life is part of the grand design |