Elegy Of Blood歌词
歌手：Yearning 专辑：Frore Meadow
Fallen from grace
My soul's grown old
Birds are dying as fading light draws last mourning beam
Across the hillside
Dark moors lay cold
And quiet this night
Blackbirds crying
As freezing moon lays cruel deathly beams
Through your minds eye
Elegy of what these open wounds may bleed
All alone with hatred growing unborn seed
My soul's grown old
Birds are dying as fading light draws last mourning beam
Across the hillside
Dark moors lay cold
And quiet this night
Blackbirds crying
As freezing moon lays cruel deathly beams
Through your minds eye
Elegy of what these open wounds may bleed
All alone with hatred growing unborn seed
