Dark Horse - Whitelands.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Etienne Quartey-Papafio
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Etienne Quartey-Papafio/Vanessa Govinden/Omojagunwaye Meseorisa/Michael Adelaja
[00:06.970] Covet ire, scabbard empty
[00:10.730] Wounded warrior, fool
[00:14.106] Emblazoned indignation writs
[00:17.864] "Does it have to be you?"
[00:20.679]
[00:21.678] Shoulder arcs, dagger turns
[00:25.284] Eclipsing sun to plunge
[00:29.362] Flag above the zeitgeist
[00:32.373] Hand and pommel draw near into amalgamation
[00:46.750]
[00:51.252] Spire in storm, it is fouling
[00:55.481] This is reckoning
[00:58.542] Phantom strides inside the mire
[01:02.448] Blade clashes in the glade
[01:05.158]
[01:05.913] And I, the spectre, wound the pyre
[01:09.932] Marketh by thy name
[01:13.915] Burn you whole to my eden
[01:17.580] To your envy's gaze
[01:19.930]
[01:35.431] Shoulder arcs, dagger turns
[01:39.081] Eclipse the sun to plunge
[01:43.148] High above the steeple
[01:45.845] Hand and pommel draw near into amalgamation
[02:01.668]
[02:04.964] Spire in storm, fetter in rage
[02:09.359] This is reckoning
[02:12.502] Phantom strides inside the mire
[02:16.297] Blade clashes in the glade
[02:19.038]
[02:19.721] And I, the spectre, wound the pyre
[02:23.615] Marketh by thy name
[02:27.690] Burn you whole to my eden
[02:31.377] To your envy's gaze
文本歌词
作词 : Etienne Quartey-Papafio
作曲 : Etienne Quartey-Papafio/Vanessa Govinden/Omojagunwaye Meseorisa/Michael Adelaja
Covet ire, scabbard empty
Wounded warrior, fool
Emblazoned indignation writs
"Does it have to be you?"
Shoulder arcs, dagger turns
Eclipsing sun to plunge
Flag above the zeitgeist
Hand and pommel draw near into amalgamation
Spire in storm, it is fouling
This is reckoning
Phantom strides inside the mire
Blade clashes in the glade
And I, the spectre, wound the pyre
Marketh by thy name
Burn you whole to my eden
To your envy's gaze
Shoulder arcs, dagger turns
Eclipse the sun to plunge
High above the steeple
Hand and pommel draw near into amalgamation
Spire in storm, fetter in rage
This is reckoning
Phantom strides inside the mire
Blade clashes in the glade
And I, the spectre, wound the pyre
Marketh by thy name
Burn you whole to my eden
To your envy's gaze