| Song | The Twilight Is My Robe |
| Artist | Opeth |
| Album | The Candlelight Years |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Akerfeldt, Opeth | |
| Unto you I whisper | |
| The wildest dreams | |
| In the coldness of night | |
| Shrouded in crystals | |
| Through a frosty dusk | |
| Souls of the fullmoon awaits | |
| Their shadows ablaze | |
| We are all bending | |
| Our tired leaves over your empty shell | |
| In the sign of true esteem | |
| Are you beloved lord | |
| Sighing deep under these waterfalls? | |
| The birds of the sun | |
| Seperates these dark clouds | |
| While the winds of winter sleeps gently around | |
| I am sworn to the oath | |
| To breathe... | |
| At the waters I dwell | |
| The waves are still whispering | |
| Ancient lullabies | |
| I die.... | |
| While our mystic brothers still seek | |
| Under your command I will obey | |
| In my vision | |
| You are the embodiment of pure freedom | |
| But through my eyes you are made of stone |
| zuo ci : Akerfeldt, Opeth | |
| Unto you I whisper | |
| The wildest dreams | |
| In the coldness of night | |
| Shrouded in crystals | |
| Through a frosty dusk | |
| Souls of the fullmoon awaits | |
| Their shadows ablaze | |
| We are all bending | |
| Our tired leaves over your empty shell | |
| In the sign of true esteem | |
| Are you beloved lord | |
| Sighing deep under these waterfalls? | |
| The birds of the sun | |
| Seperates these dark clouds | |
| While the winds of winter sleeps gently around | |
| I am sworn to the oath | |
| To breathe... | |
| At the waters I dwell | |
| The waves are still whispering | |
| Ancient lullabies | |
| I die.... | |
| While our mystic brothers still seek | |
| Under your command I will obey | |
| In my vision | |
| You are the embodiment of pure freedom | |
| But through my eyes you are made of stone |
| zuò cí : Akerfeldt, Opeth | |
| Unto you I whisper | |
| The wildest dreams | |
| In the coldness of night | |
| Shrouded in crystals | |
| Through a frosty dusk | |
| Souls of the fullmoon awaits | |
| Their shadows ablaze | |
| We are all bending | |
| Our tired leaves over your empty shell | |
| In the sign of true esteem | |
| Are you beloved lord | |
| Sighing deep under these waterfalls? | |
| The birds of the sun | |
| Seperates these dark clouds | |
| While the winds of winter sleeps gently around | |
| I am sworn to the oath | |
| To breathe... | |
| At the waters I dwell | |
| The waves are still whispering | |
| Ancient lullabies | |
| I die.... | |
| While our mystic brothers still seek | |
| Under your command I will obey | |
| In my vision | |
| You are the embodiment of pure freedom | |
| But through my eyes you are made of stone |