theholy

作曲 : MeiburgThe wind that lifts the leaves against the nightThe reeds that bow and bend beneath its weightThe holy sap, its smoky lightI will not hideThe fish that swim inside the murky deepThe island shores that loom above the seaThe holy, holy melody . . . 阅读详情

Sweeping the land,Like a desert stormReaping the lands,Like a violent stormIt will call on us allThe fallen, the shrewdIt will deliver us allThe holy, the cursedTo never pass judgmentIt shows no sympathyTo never be beatenIt accepts no refusalOne by oneIt . . . 阅读详情