| Song | The Old Walls |
| Artist | Revoltons |
| Album | Night Visions |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Corona, Revoltons | |
| I am standing in front of the Old Walls& | |
| Not much remains of the ancient glory | |
| I close my eyes, the wind whispers to me | |
| Sounds of a time gone by | |
| I'm lost in my thoughts, when | |
| An old man appears to me: | |
| "Let the memories reach your mind", he says | |
| And suddenly he disappears | |
| Walking through the green | |
| Scenes of past life run through my head | |
| Just like memories lost in time | |
| Tappin' at my mind | |
| So my soul meets the truth | |
| The Walls seem to speak | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| I am standing in front of the Old Walls | |
| A mystic place consumed | |
| And forgotten by time | |
| But still alive in my mind | |
| The ghost of The Keeper | |
| Wanders on the hill | |
| He's crying on the ashes | |
| Of the ancient glory | |
| But what has been will remain | |
| I'm reliving the past in the present: | |
| My soul flies over the gates | |
| Of a hidden dimension | |
| Like a wandering spirit | |
| And The Keeper reappears to me: | |
| "Remember : memories are not | |
| What has gone by, but a world to be relived!" | |
| He says and disappears again | |
| Now I think over the scenes I've seen | |
| My soul meets the truth | |
| The old wise man is smiling at me | |
| The Walls seem to speak | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuo qu : Corona, Revoltons | |
| I am standing in front of the Old Walls | |
| Not much remains of the ancient glory | |
| I close my eyes, the wind whispers to me | |
| Sounds of a time gone by | |
| I' m lost in my thoughts, when | |
| An old man appears to me: | |
| " Let the memories reach your mind", he says | |
| And suddenly he disappears | |
| Walking through the green | |
| Scenes of past life run through my head | |
| Just like memories lost in time | |
| Tappin' at my mind | |
| So my soul meets the truth | |
| The Walls seem to speak | |
| Chorus: | |
| I am standing in front of the Old Walls | |
| A mystic place consumed | |
| And forgotten by time | |
| But still alive in my mind | |
| The ghost of The Keeper | |
| Wanders on the hill | |
| He' s crying on the ashes | |
| Of the ancient glory | |
| But what has been will remain | |
| I' m reliving the past in the present: | |
| My soul flies over the gates | |
| Of a hidden dimension | |
| Like a wandering spirit | |
| And The Keeper reappears to me: | |
| " Remember nbsp: memories are not | |
| What has gone by, but a world to be relived!" | |
| He says and disappears again | |
| Now I think over the scenes I' ve seen | |
| My soul meets the truth | |
| The old wise man is smiling at me | |
| The Walls seem to speak | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Corona, Revoltons | |
| I am standing in front of the Old Walls | |
| Not much remains of the ancient glory | |
| I close my eyes, the wind whispers to me | |
| Sounds of a time gone by | |
| I' m lost in my thoughts, when | |
| An old man appears to me: | |
| " Let the memories reach your mind", he says | |
| And suddenly he disappears | |
| Walking through the green | |
| Scenes of past life run through my head | |
| Just like memories lost in time | |
| Tappin' at my mind | |
| So my soul meets the truth | |
| The Walls seem to speak | |
| Chorus: | |
| I am standing in front of the Old Walls | |
| A mystic place consumed | |
| And forgotten by time | |
| But still alive in my mind | |
| The ghost of The Keeper | |
| Wanders on the hill | |
| He' s crying on the ashes | |
| Of the ancient glory | |
| But what has been will remain | |
| I' m reliving the past in the present: | |
| My soul flies over the gates | |
| Of a hidden dimension | |
| Like a wandering spirit | |
| And The Keeper reappears to me: | |
| " Remember nbsp: memories are not | |
| What has gone by, but a world to be relived!" | |
| He says and disappears again | |
| Now I think over the scenes I' ve seen | |
| My soul meets the truth | |
| The old wise man is smiling at me | |
| The Walls seem to speak | |
| Chorus |