Dark Moor Vivaldi's Winter 歌词

Dark Moor - Mistery Of Goddess (By:yiyushuo QQ;) You were forced to live in secret You fled from awful fear Always hold it to your ear And the labrys caressing your hands With pain and sorrow the fight starts I only wish to fade far away Your worth b

Searching the glory In a territory Whose name I don＇t recall; You fight for rightness, For honour＇s brightness As you were mad at all. Tilt at windmills, As you were mad at all. Tilt at windmills, Enter with them in brawl. You must protect The flame

Knowledge seeker Life is a breath Drink in its beaker Soon will come death And between columns Requiem will be solemn We are the worns Who gnaw your bones And your soul transform Angels calling in my dream In my eternal dream Beyond the sea Grey mela

In the olden wood when the sun bright the dawn I am feeling alone lost into the infinitude Light and darkness in my mind Liquid shadows cross the place Oaks whisper like the wind vail of tears on my face Elves sing our names You and I have called our

Through the old valley of golden trees In the land of elves A young boy hated the line that destiny Wrote out on his race He sighed for the fire He sighed for the wind And the rain on the face Far away from kingdom lit by the blaze Lost in a strange

[Instrumental] 专辑:Autumnal 歌手:Dark Moor 歌曲:Fallen Leaves Waltz

Before the duel Dark Moor I can′t help thinking of tomorrow Now when I′ve still got all my full will To overcome my fear And makes me feel a real sorrow How my heart crazy is just I′ll Beating foreseeing what is near Lor! I′ll defend my honor My life

In the skyline Of the dark light Searching the sign Of ancient rites I found the voice In the old willows I made my choice My mind I could saw [Chorus] The enchanted forest And my soul saw The enchanted forest In the autumn The black cat laid The lea

Con diez cañones por banda, viento en popa, a toda vela, no corta el mar, sino vuela un velero bergantín. Bajel pirata que llaman, por su bravura, El Temido, en todo mar conocido del uno al otro a confín. Navega, velero mío sin temor, que ni enemigo