Saint 圣女 - 盐酸.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : 北冥煌芒
[00:00.923] 作曲 : 米饭枕头
[00:01.846] 编曲 : 米饭枕头
[00:02.770]Golden sunlight climbs,
[00:07.770]Dances with unspoken call.
[00:11.750]She knocks on weeping frames,
[00:16.550]And takes sorrow and sin.
[00:20.370]Mirrored smiles begin to rise,
[00:24.610]Day by day, and year by year, they pray.
[00:28.690]They chant, they pray, they hanker for,
[00:32.850]Their fervent songs consume the sphere.
[00:37.350]-
[00:53.880]They are singing, they chant—the sound ascends,
[01:01.820]She rises to the gods' own ends.
[01:06.280]To bless, to rule, to mold our way,
[01:10.350]"The saint of mortal lands is coming!" (Ah-)
[01:25.740]They are singing.
[01:29.230]-
[01:43.230]Millions fall to raise her high,
[01:47.250]Fervent shells in faith draw nigh.
[01:51.450]At last, her wings of white take flight,
[01:55.590]No chains remain to ground her light.
[01:59.850]Her shine sweeps through all below,
[02:04.070]She is the newborn sun aglow.
[02:08.080]She scorches past, and frost, and wrong—
[02:12.360]Soars where ruthless dreams belong.
[02:16.810]The most benign bird, purest to fly,
[02:20.750]They sing again in blind delight—
[02:24.740]"The saint of mortal lands takes flight!"
[02:29.100]"The saint of mortal lands takes flight!"
[02:33.420]-
[02:49.780]Where dark lives, the light is born,
[02:54.770]And maybe, on a distant morn,
[02:57.620]She sowed a heart of silent spite,
[03:02.060]Watched it blossom out of sight.
[03:06.460]With her hand the tale was spun,
[03:10.460]She decreed what would be read, like the sun.
[03:14.300]Only grace and glorious live on.
[03:18.690]They sing, they chant, their voices ring,
[03:22.650]The angel crowned
[03:25.610]The angel crowned
[03:29.870]—the sovereign wing,
[03:33.910]the sovereign wing.
文本歌词
作词 : 北冥煌芒
作曲 : 米饭枕头
编曲 : 米饭枕头
Golden sunlight climbs,
Dances with unspoken call.
She knocks on weeping frames,
And takes sorrow and sin.
Mirrored smiles begin to rise,
Day by day, and year by year, they pray.
They chant, they pray, they hanker for,
Their fervent songs consume the sphere.
-
They are singing, they chant—the sound ascends,
She rises to the gods' own ends.
To bless, to rule, to mold our way,
"The saint of mortal lands is coming!" (Ah-)
They are singing.
-
Millions fall to raise her high,
Fervent shells in faith draw nigh.
At last, her wings of white take flight,
No chains remain to ground her light.
Her shine sweeps through all below,
She is the newborn sun aglow.
She scorches past, and frost, and wrong—
Soars where ruthless dreams belong.
The most benign bird, purest to fly,
They sing again in blind delight—
"The saint of mortal lands takes flight!"
"The saint of mortal lands takes flight!"
-
Where dark lives, the light is born,
And maybe, on a distant morn,
She sowed a heart of silent spite,
Watched it blossom out of sight.
With her hand the tale was spun,
She decreed what would be read, like the sun.
Only grace and glorious live on.
They sing, they chant, their voices ring,
The angel crowned
The angel crowned
—the sovereign wing,
the sovereign wing.