| 作词 : Wongraven | |
| Born into a field of flowers, to slowly wilt away | |
| Sheltered by wings, delicately smothered by blindness | |
| Ridden by the clawed hoofs of tyrants | |
| Released among the wolves, thus molded by resistance | |
| The fruit of other worlds, but grown by lonliness | |
| Concealing a black soul, and but sensing the beyond | |
| Uniquely grown from within | |
| Shimmered by a darker night, but left to solitude | |
| How can one disclose a darkner night, | |
| Or evidence the suffering,by worldly gauge?if one but rests? | |
| Like a warring sun, from a better kingdom | |
| Or comprehend the long-drawn agony | |
| Beautiful, free, of different steel! | |
| When pain and evil never trod one down | |
| Dearly prized, and equally broken | |
| He should have gone free of you! | |
| An emotion tumour, gnaws from inside | |
| Of heartless, spineless treason | |
| The darkest night now weaves its loom | |
| Soon to release its spawn |
| zuo ci : Wongraven | |
| Born into a field of flowers, to slowly wilt away | |
| Sheltered by wings, delicately smothered by blindness | |
| Ridden by the clawed hoofs of tyrants | |
| Released among the wolves, thus molded by resistance | |
| The fruit of other worlds, but grown by lonliness | |
| Concealing a black soul, and but sensing the beyond | |
| Uniquely grown from within | |
| Shimmered by a darker night, but left to solitude | |
| How can one disclose a darkner night, | |
| Or evidence the suffering, by worldly gauge? if one but rests? | |
| Like a warring sun, from a better kingdom | |
| Or comprehend the longdrawn agony | |
| Beautiful, free, of different steel! | |
| When pain and evil never trod one down | |
| Dearly prized, and equally broken | |
| He should have gone free of you! | |
| An emotion tumour, gnaws from inside | |
| Of heartless, spineless treason | |
| The darkest night now weaves its loom | |
| Soon to release its spawn |
| zuò cí : Wongraven | |
| Born into a field of flowers, to slowly wilt away | |
| Sheltered by wings, delicately smothered by blindness | |
| Ridden by the clawed hoofs of tyrants | |
| Released among the wolves, thus molded by resistance | |
| The fruit of other worlds, but grown by lonliness | |
| Concealing a black soul, and but sensing the beyond | |
| Uniquely grown from within | |
| Shimmered by a darker night, but left to solitude | |
| How can one disclose a darkner night, | |
| Or evidence the suffering, by worldly gauge? if one but rests? | |
| Like a warring sun, from a better kingdom | |
| Or comprehend the longdrawn agony | |
| Beautiful, free, of different steel! | |
| When pain and evil never trod one down | |
| Dearly prized, and equally broken | |
| He should have gone free of you! | |
| An emotion tumour, gnaws from inside | |
| Of heartless, spineless treason | |
| The darkest night now weaves its loom | |
| Soon to release its spawn |
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