When all is withered and torn
And all has perished and fallen
These great wooden doors shall remain closed...
When the heart is a grave filled with blood
When the voice of pride has been silenced
And dignity's fires are but cinders... their grandeur shall remain untainted
From the plight of this broken world, from the wounds in her song
Seek not the fallen to unlock these wooden doors
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[01:18.09]When all is withered and torn
[01:22.60]And all has perished and fallen
[01:27.07]These great wooden doors shall remain closed...
[01:36.22]When the heart is a grave filled with blood
[02:12.98]When the voice of pride has been silenced
[02:17.44]And dignity's fires are but cinders... their grandeur shall remain untainted
[03:39.12]From the plight of this broken world, from the wounds in her song
[04:35.49]Seek not the fallen to unlock these wooden doors
When all is withered and torn
And all has perished and fallen
These great wooden doors shall remain closed...
When the heart is a grave filled with blood
When the voice of pride has been silenced
And dignity's fires are but cinders... their grandeur shall remain untainted
From the plight of this broken world, from the wounds in her song
Seek not the fallen to unlock these wooden doors
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[01:18.09]When all is withered and torn
[01:22.60]And all has perished and fallen
[01:27.07]These great wooden doors shall remain closed...
[01:36.22]When the heart is a grave filled with blood
[02:12.98]When the voice of pride has been silenced
[02:17.44]And dignity's fires are but cinders... their grandeur shall remain untainted
[03:39.12]From the plight of this broken world, from the wounds in her song
[04:35.49]Seek not the fallen to unlock these wooden doors
Through vast valleys I wander
To the highest peaks
On pathways through a wild forgotten landscape
'til the lost forsaken endless
This is where I choos...
The birch tree in winter
Leaning over the secret pool
Is Narcissus in love
With the slight white branches,
The slim trunk,
In the dark glass;
But,
Is ...
...Blood on my hands...
I walked in the shadows 'neth an azure midnight sky
I walked in the shadows to abscond a life not my own
I walked in the night...
They escaped the weight of darkness
They chose to drown in a deeper vacancyan emptyness that quells the nulla pool for the forgotten
They escaped the ...
Lord Summerisle:
“And the ministers fled the island never to return. What my grandfather started out of expediency, my father continued out of love. H...
The birch tree in winter
Leaning over the secret pool
Is Narcissus in love
With the slight white branches,
The slim trunk,
In the dark glass;
But,
Is ...
The texture of the soul is a liquid
That casts a vermillion flood.
From a wound carved as an oath;
It fills the river bank a sanguine fog.
These arms ...