I Sang for the Swans Lyrics
| Song | I Sang for the Swans |
| Artist | Ved Buens Ende |
| Album | Written in Waters |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Carl-Michael, Ved Buens Ende | |
| ....went away with my fathers, to gather the fallen. | |
| To return with the wisdom of the kings.... | |
| Let me dream. (Let the jewels gleam.) | |
| Let the fallen hear: "It never rains around here." | |
| The sand smothered on my chest.... | |
| Was music choir... | |
| It will never leave.... ....the scar.... | |
| The choir will never leave. | |
| Sing for the lurker. | |
| Sing for the one with horns. | |
| We pity the feathers, we devour the wing.... | |
| I sang for the swans. | |
| I raped her on her throne. | |
| Let the fallen.... | |
| Let the fallen hear. "It never rains around here." | |
| The sane, with its beautiful voices.... | |
| A choir. Leave... leave the misery of the swans. the swans, smothered on our chests, | |
| Was music.... choir.... |
| zuo qu : CarlMichael, Ved Buens Ende | |
| .... went away with my fathers, to gather the fallen. | |
| To return with the wisdom of the kings.... | |
| Let me dream. Let the jewels gleam. | |
| Let the fallen hear: " It never rains around here." | |
| The sand smothered on my chest.... | |
| Was music choir... | |
| It will never leave.... .... the scar.... | |
| The choir will never leave. | |
| Sing for the lurker. | |
| Sing for the one with horns. | |
| We pity the feathers, we devour the wing.... | |
| I sang for the swans. | |
| I raped her on her throne. | |
| Let the fallen.... | |
| Let the fallen hear. " It never rains around here." | |
| The sane, with its beautiful voices.... | |
| A choir. Leave... leave the misery of the swans. the swans, smothered on our chests, | |
| Was music.... choir.... |
| zuò qǔ : CarlMichael, Ved Buens Ende | |
| .... went away with my fathers, to gather the fallen. | |
| To return with the wisdom of the kings.... | |
| Let me dream. Let the jewels gleam. | |
| Let the fallen hear: " It never rains around here." | |
| The sand smothered on my chest.... | |
| Was music choir... | |
| It will never leave.... .... the scar.... | |
| The choir will never leave. | |
| Sing for the lurker. | |
| Sing for the one with horns. | |
| We pity the feathers, we devour the wing.... | |
| I sang for the swans. | |
| I raped her on her throne. | |
| Let the fallen.... | |
| Let the fallen hear. " It never rains around here." | |
| The sane, with its beautiful voices.... | |
| A choir. Leave... leave the misery of the swans. the swans, smothered on our chests, | |
| Was music.... choir.... |
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