Song | Shine On Golden Sun |
Artist | Lana Lane |
Album | Lady Macbeth |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Lane | |
In a forest deep down a well | |
Covered in snow | |
Lies a secret of kings long ago | |
Winter's blanket melting away | |
Under the sun | |
Shadows warn of darkness to come | |
Shine on golden sun | |
Show man's darkest deed | |
Wake the roses of tomorrow | |
Burn their thorns of greed | |
A weary soldier stops for a drink | |
And closes his eyes | |
As heaven fills with fireflies | |
A cold wind whispers into his ear | |
A story to tell | |
His freedom rings from inside the well | |
Shine on golden sun | |
Show man's darkest deed | |
Wake the roses of tomorrow | |
Burn their thorns of greed | |
Now the truth is known | |
The son will rise and journey home | |
Returning to his rightful throne | |
Shine on golden sun | |
Show man's darkest deed | |
Wake the roses of tomorrow | |
Burn their thorns of greed |
zuo qu : Lane | |
In a forest deep down a well | |
Covered in snow | |
Lies a secret of kings long ago | |
Winter' s blanket melting away | |
Under the sun | |
Shadows warn of darkness to come | |
Shine on golden sun | |
Show man' s darkest deed | |
Wake the roses of tomorrow | |
Burn their thorns of greed | |
A weary soldier stops for a drink | |
And closes his eyes | |
As heaven fills with fireflies | |
A cold wind whispers into his ear | |
A story to tell | |
His freedom rings from inside the well | |
Shine on golden sun | |
Show man' s darkest deed | |
Wake the roses of tomorrow | |
Burn their thorns of greed | |
Now the truth is known | |
The son will rise and journey home | |
Returning to his rightful throne | |
Shine on golden sun | |
Show man' s darkest deed | |
Wake the roses of tomorrow | |
Burn their thorns of greed |
zuò qǔ : Lane | |
In a forest deep down a well | |
Covered in snow | |
Lies a secret of kings long ago | |
Winter' s blanket melting away | |
Under the sun | |
Shadows warn of darkness to come | |
Shine on golden sun | |
Show man' s darkest deed | |
Wake the roses of tomorrow | |
Burn their thorns of greed | |
A weary soldier stops for a drink | |
And closes his eyes | |
As heaven fills with fireflies | |
A cold wind whispers into his ear | |
A story to tell | |
His freedom rings from inside the well | |
Shine on golden sun | |
Show man' s darkest deed | |
Wake the roses of tomorrow | |
Burn their thorns of greed | |
Now the truth is known | |
The son will rise and journey home | |
Returning to his rightful throne | |
Shine on golden sun | |
Show man' s darkest deed | |
Wake the roses of tomorrow | |
Burn their thorns of greed |