作词 : 无 作曲 : 无 These scars long have yearned for your tender caress. To bind our fortunes, damn what the stars own Rend my heart open, then your love profess. A winding, weaving fate to which we both atone You flee my dream come the morning. Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy. Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep The wolf I will follow into the storm. To find your heart, its passion displaced By ire ever growing, hardening into stone. Amidst the cold to hold you in a heated embrace You flee my dream come the morning. Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy. Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep I know not if fate would have us live as one. Or if by love's blind chance we've been bound The wish I whispered, when it all began. Did it forge a love you might never have found? You flee my dream come the morning. Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy. Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep
[00:00.000] 作词 : 无 [00:00.530] 作曲 : 无 [00:01.60]These scars long have yearned for your tender caress. To bind our fortunes, damn what the stars own [00:38.68]Rend my heart open, then your love profess. A winding, weaving fate to which we both atone [00:50.47]You flee my dream come the morning. Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet [01:03.73]To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy. Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep [01:16.34]The wolf I will follow into the storm. To find your heart, its passion displaced [01:30.05]By ire ever growing, hardening into stone. Amidst the cold to hold you in a heated embrace [01:42.26]You flee my dream come the morning. Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet [01:55.14]To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy. Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep [02:08.39]I know not if fate would have us live as one. Or if by love's blind chance we've been bound [02:21.86]The wish I whispered, when it all began. Did it forge a love you might never have found? [02:34.40]You flee my dream come the morning. Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet [02:47.22]To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy. Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep
