- 歌詞
- アルバムリスト
The Ruins of Beverast
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The Clockhand's Groaning Circles
Clutching a giant laance of brass Within a storm That rushes silently Through a hallway of mirrors Drafts and visions beform me Poisoned air burns into wounds: The missing entrails - Left behind When my waste Was creeping to life - Hurt and bleed Festering from wounds That time has torn That brass feasts upon もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com ... in a rhytm, in a melody ... Destructive and discordant And finally mute - When the eyes awake Behind the senile web ... These trembling hands Won't save my ears From deafness These crippled thoughts Won't save my soul From death.
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