Maleficium - Therion.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Christofer Johnsson
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Christofer Johnsson
[00:09.768]The eve of thy souls unreviving tomb
[00:15.681]Maledictum
[00:17.934]Ex hac die
[00:20.276]Darkness sublime, the scythe of time
[00:25.687]Vae vobis
[00:28.319]Ad finem
[00:29.762]
[00:30.943]Whispers of deep despair echo through temple ruins
[00:36.732]Winter scent
[00:38.330]May the frost blight thy crops of creation
[00:42.837]
[00:43.840]Spirit cold
[00:52.857]Shall perish in the stream of pure dismay
[01:00.806]To eclipse the day
[01:07.428]
[01:07.864]Maledictum
[01:09.901]Ex hac die
[01:13.313]Vae vobis
[01:15.859]Ad finem
[01:17.654]
[01:18.543]From thy crown jewels shall be removed, torn asunder!
[01:24.804]May no more seed be sown as thy last tree is plundered
[01:31.115]
[01:31.670]Spirit cold
[01:40.816]Shall perish in the stream of pure dismay
[01:48.826]To eclipse the day
[01:53.948]
[01:55.084]Maledictum
[01:57.766]Ex hac die
[02:00.542]Vae vobis
[02:03.063]Ad finem
[02:04.905]
[02:05.592]Maledictum
[02:08.000]Ex hac die
[02:10.736]Vae vobis
[02:13.443]Ad finem
[02:15.260]
[02:15.896]Fathomless, darkened dreams now have spun webs of shadows
[02:21.835]Unmade, blind and bereft of thy mind - tread the hollow!
[02:27.548]
[02:27.972]Spirit cold
[02:37.791]Shall perish in the stream of pure dismay
[02:45.899]To eclipse the day

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作词 : Christofer Johnsson
作曲 : Christofer Johnsson
The eve of thy souls unreviving tomb
Maledictum
Ex hac die
Darkness sublime, the scythe of time
Vae vobis
Ad finem
Whispers of deep despair echo through temple ruins
Winter scent
May the frost blight thy crops of creation
Spirit cold
Shall perish in the stream of pure dismay
To eclipse the day
Maledictum
Ex hac die
Vae vobis
Ad finem
From thy crown jewels shall be removed, torn asunder!
May no more seed be sown as thy last tree is plundered
Spirit cold
Shall perish in the stream of pure dismay
To eclipse the day
Maledictum
Ex hac die
Vae vobis
Ad finem
Maledictum
Ex hac die
Vae vobis
Ad finem
Fathomless, darkened dreams now have spun webs of shadows
Unmade, blind and bereft of thy mind - tread the hollow!
Spirit cold
Shall perish in the stream of pure dismay
To eclipse the day