The Continuity of Land and Blood Lyrics
| Song | The Continuity of Land and Blood |
| Artist | Naer Mataron |
| Album | River at Dash Scalding |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Kaiadas, Morpheas | |
| The full conscience of the cosmic harmony | |
| Of the ancient soul and the metaphysics substance of the environment | |
| The ancient soul lives inside us, unintentionally hidden | |
| Strange creatures, absolutely real a different touch | |
| It is time when the night numbs from the frost | |
| The time when the goat comes deep red | |
| With scalding eyes and with nails on his feet | |
| The goat rises all alone, at the edge he stands | |
| His teeth glitters, he smells the | |
| Archipelagos rising | |
| I see him! | |
| The gods are nothing more than | |
| Vampires Who are fed by the fantasy of the chosen ones | |
| Each time a cypress bows by the winds blow | |
| The mind of the poet flutters | |
| Then Apollon rises |
| zuo qu : Kaiadas, Morpheas | |
| The full conscience of the cosmic harmony | |
| Of the ancient soul and the metaphysics substance of the environment | |
| The ancient soul lives inside us, unintentionally hidden | |
| Strange creatures, absolutely real a different touch | |
| It is time when the night numbs from the frost | |
| The time when the goat comes deep red | |
| With scalding eyes and with nails on his feet | |
| The goat rises all alone, at the edge he stands | |
| His teeth glitters, he smells the | |
| Archipelagos rising | |
| I see him! | |
| The gods are nothing more than | |
| Vampires Who are fed by the fantasy of the chosen ones | |
| Each time a cypress bows by the winds blow | |
| The mind of the poet flutters | |
| Then Apollon rises |
| zuò qǔ : Kaiadas, Morpheas | |
| The full conscience of the cosmic harmony | |
| Of the ancient soul and the metaphysics substance of the environment | |
| The ancient soul lives inside us, unintentionally hidden | |
| Strange creatures, absolutely real a different touch | |
| It is time when the night numbs from the frost | |
| The time when the goat comes deep red | |
| With scalding eyes and with nails on his feet | |
| The goat rises all alone, at the edge he stands | |
| His teeth glitters, he smells the | |
| Archipelagos rising | |
| I see him! | |
| The gods are nothing more than | |
| Vampires Who are fed by the fantasy of the chosen ones | |
| Each time a cypress bows by the winds blow | |
| The mind of the poet flutters | |
| Then Apollon rises |
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