Rotting Lovers, Withering Flow-Beyond The Dream

歌手 : Beyond The Dream

专辑 : While The World Sleeps

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:52

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TXT Rotting Lovers, Withering Flow-Beyond The Dream 文本歌词

That is not fear in my eyes*

I just, want to see love tonight...

Love, safe from the world

Love, saved & buried

I remember them, I once knew

Two became one, their journey was just began

On the path I would never find, but I could find them

At the end of the path, I will never find...

Here I'm standing bravely above them

Mud on my hands, I am, almost there

Here I'm standing bravely, above them

With a thousand roses I did bring.

Watching proudly, they're embracing before me

Sweetly rotting lovers on the withering flowers

Man who's used, abused and without the Muse

Feels himself, finally fulfilled.

Watching proudly, now they are embracing before me

Maybe I won't leave them, maybe I will keep them.

Maybe I will never lay them into rest again

Disdain was mine while walking thin line and when

The line ends or bends my way into dark - I'll be the perfect mark!

For them who'll travel my steps into depths, here's no room for tears

But I was weak, I was weak and I wept.

Here I standing bravely, above them

Mud on my hands, I am, almost there

Here I standing bravely, above them

Blood on my hands, the same color as the, roses I did bring.

Watching their bodies, rotting slowly from inside

The expiration dates of them has been long time ago passed by

Still this is the only thing I want to remember!

Watching proudly, they're embracing before me

Sweetly rotting lovers on the withering flowers

Man who's used, abused and without the Muse

Feels himself, finally fulfilled...

Watching proudly, now they are embracing before me

Maybe I won't leave them, maybe I will keep them.

Maybe I will never lay them into rest again

Disdain was mine, while walking thin line and when

The line ends or bends my way into dark - I'll be the perfect mark

For them who'll travel my steps into depths here's no room for tears

But I was weak, I was weak and I wept...