作词 : Count Lyle Alive here be another's choice I return the gift to my maker Relinquish the pain Of the intimate stranger Sing with golden tongue For my brother's eternal rest He was me and I was he In these halls of sorrow In this chapel of burning Whisper to me Worn out memories burn He's calling to me again Like a passing friend bowing at my window In this chapel I burn My soul's true dark home Beckoning endless tears that mystic figure i fear The autumn dance of fire the faces laugh alone To meet me tomorrow
作词 : Count Lyle Alive here be another's choice I return the gift to my maker Relinquish the pain Of the intimate stranger Sing with golden tongue For my brother's eternal rest He was me and I was he In these halls of sorrow In this chapel of burning Whisper to me Worn out memories burn He's calling to me again Like a passing friend bowing at my window In this chapel I burn My soul's true dark home Beckoning endless tears that mystic figure i fear The autumn dance of fire the faces laugh alone To meet me tomorrow
