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作词 : Akerfeldt, Lindgren |
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In the name of desperation |
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I call your name |
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A lamentation I sigh |
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Again and again |
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Spiritual eclipse |
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The gateways are closed for me to seek |
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The night... |
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A veil of stars, watching |
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My shadow is born from light |
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The light of the eye, in darkness |
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Over troubled waters memories soar |
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Endlessly searching night and day |
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The moonlight caresses a lonely hill |
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With the calmness of a whisper |
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I wear a naked soul |
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A blank face in the streaming water |
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It is cold in here |
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Frost scar my coat with dust |
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Eyes attach to your mute portrait |
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We spoke only through thoughts |
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Together we gazed, awaited |
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Hours brought thirst and the rising sun |
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Sunbirds leave their dark recesses |
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Shadows glid the archways |
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Do not turn your face towards me |
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Confronting me with my loneliness |
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You are in a forest unknown |
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The secret orchard |
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And your voice is vast and achromatic |
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But still so precious |
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Lullaby of the crescent moon took you |
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Mesmerized its kaleidoscopic face |
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Granted you a hollow stare |
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Another soul within the divine herd |
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I have kept it |
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The awakenth symbol |
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Hidden inside the golden shrine |
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Until we rejoice in the meadow |
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Of the end |
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When we both walk the shadows |
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It will set ablaze and vanish |
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Black rose immortal |
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it's getting dark again |
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Dusk shuffles across the fields |
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The evening trees moan as if they knew |
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At night I always dream of you |
