Abysmo Lyrics
| Song | Abysmo |
| Artist | Moonspell |
| Album | Lusitanian Metal (Live In Katowice 2004) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Moonspell, Ribiero | |
| Men with both roots and wings | |
| they tie us down and ask us to leave | |
| they are teachings unheard, they are bodies on smoke | |
| Men with both roots and wings | |
| at a singular voice we moan | |
| our teachings mislead, our teachings like smoke | |
| we sleep between the storm that was | |
| and the storm which has to come | |
| We've learnt to learn everywhere | |
| and the very own nature has taught us to wait | |
| difference does sound like sin ,equality reliefs | |
| and that fame ryhmes with hate yet everything is fair | |
| on the intervals of your death | |
| misguided demons or forthcoming heroes | |
| each one with an important name | |
| nothing else than an important name. | |
| Men with both roots and wings | |
| at a certain time we are one | |
| our litlle tricks, our innocence stubborn | |
| Men with just little wings, men with just little minds | |
| Men with just little eyes, men with just little deeds | |
| sleeping between the storm that was | |
| and the wind which fails to come (and finally) | |
| blow us away. |
| zuo ci : Moonspell, Ribiero | |
| Men with both roots and wings | |
| they tie us down and ask us to leave | |
| they are teachings unheard, they are bodies on smoke | |
| Men with both roots and wings | |
| at a singular voice we moan | |
| our teachings mislead, our teachings like smoke | |
| we sleep between the storm that was | |
| and the storm which has to come | |
| We' ve learnt to learn everywhere | |
| and the very own nature has taught us to wait | |
| difference does sound like sin , equality reliefs | |
| and that fame ryhmes with hate yet everything is fair | |
| on the intervals of your death | |
| misguided demons or forthcoming heroes | |
| each one with an important name | |
| nothing else than an important name. | |
| Men with both roots and wings | |
| at a certain time we are one | |
| our litlle tricks, our innocence stubborn | |
| Men with just little wings, men with just little minds | |
| Men with just little eyes, men with just little deeds | |
| sleeping between the storm that was | |
| and the wind which fails to come and finally | |
| blow us away. |
| zuò cí : Moonspell, Ribiero | |
| Men with both roots and wings | |
| they tie us down and ask us to leave | |
| they are teachings unheard, they are bodies on smoke | |
| Men with both roots and wings | |
| at a singular voice we moan | |
| our teachings mislead, our teachings like smoke | |
| we sleep between the storm that was | |
| and the storm which has to come | |
| We' ve learnt to learn everywhere | |
| and the very own nature has taught us to wait | |
| difference does sound like sin , equality reliefs | |
| and that fame ryhmes with hate yet everything is fair | |
| on the intervals of your death | |
| misguided demons or forthcoming heroes | |
| each one with an important name | |
| nothing else than an important name. | |
| Men with both roots and wings | |
| at a certain time we are one | |
| our litlle tricks, our innocence stubborn | |
| Men with just little wings, men with just little minds | |
| Men with just little eyes, men with just little deeds | |
| sleeping between the storm that was | |
| and the wind which fails to come and finally | |
| blow us away. |
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