作词 : Lucius F. Domitianus 作曲 : Lucius F. Domitianus Soliloquist on the moor Singing his psalm All shall be trapped their trance Until the winter’s passed Overlooking through the wilderness The curl city meanders to the faraway sea
Spiraling, winding, advancing to the horizon Rough textures breed calluses and hearts of stone In scarcity, laws of nature are paramount There’s no slacking for the forerunners Taught were the starchilds to be at worst sustainers But the giveaway is that some don’t abide by what they were told Oh… Then there’s the one that slips through the cages, Straight out of Curl City, she’ll soar above the sky
Up her sleeve the cards await to be availed A first stage disadvantage, a first stage motivation Time proceeds and she accelerates like none would ever have Once into that second stage, her time is now
作词 : Lucius F. Domitianus 作曲 : Lucius F. Domitianus Soliloquist on the moor Singing his psalm All shall be trapped their trance Until the winter’s passed Overlooking through the wilderness The curl city meanders to the faraway sea
Spiraling, winding, advancing to the horizon Rough textures breed calluses and hearts of stone In scarcity, laws of nature are paramount There’s no slacking for the forerunners Taught were the starchilds to be at worst sustainers But the giveaway is that some don’t abide by what they were told Oh… Then there’s the one that slips through the cages, Straight out of Curl City, she’ll soar above the sky
Up her sleeve the cards await to be availed A first stage disadvantage, a first stage motivation Time proceeds and she accelerates like none would ever have Once into that second stage, her time is now
