Dirge for November-Opeth
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作词 : Opeth
Lost, here is nowhere
Searching home still
Turning past me, all are gone
Time is now
(edited by ANTICHRIS)
The omen showed, took me away
Preparations are done, this can't last
The mere reflection brought disgust
No ordeal to conquer, this firm slit
It shed upon the floor, dripping into a pool
Grant me sleep, take me under
Like the wings of a dove, folding around
I fade into this tender care
Lost, here is nowhere
Searching home still
Turning past me, all are gone
Time is now
(edited by ANTICHRIS)
The omen showed, took me away
Preparations are done, this can't last
The mere reflection brought disgust
No ordeal to conquer, this firm slit
It shed upon the floor, dripping into a pool
Grant me sleep, take me under
Like the wings of a dove, folding around
I fade into this tender care
