Forge - Skepticism
歌曲信息
歌曲名:Forge
歌手:Skepticism
所属专辑:Lead and Aether
发行时间:2008-12-15
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Forge - Skepticism 文本歌词
The Darkness plain and fertile
A breeze flame scented and warm
Would set a forceful glow
Sparks from the anvil
As high as a throne
Hammers from heights
Brows with a crown
A bow from fire to another
A season of raging decay
The gates of oblivion
A the moments of grace
A breeze flame scented and warm
Would set a forceful glow
Sparks from the anvil
As high as a throne
Hammers from heights
Brows with a crown
A bow from fire to another
A season of raging decay
The gates of oblivion
A the moments of grace
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