LRC歌词
[03:58.00]浣滄洸 : Ole Alexander Myrholt ...
[03:58.00]A wounded soul leaps highest
[03:58.00]I've heard the poet tell
[03:58.00]'tis but the ecstasy of death
[03:58.00]And then the breath is still
[03:58.00]As I lay, defeated, I'm dying
[03:58.00]Longing to have you near
[03:58.00]As I lay, defeated, I'm dying
[03:58.00]Longing to have you here
[03:58.00]The smitten soul that gushes
[03:58.00]The trampled heart that springs
[03:58.00]A wearied ghost that keeps running
[03:58.00]From where the torment stings
[03:58.00]Mirth is the prelude to anguish,
[03:58.00]And laughter is its final aim
[03:58.00]Lest some f**ker spot the wicked
[03:58.00]And do not fail to exclaim!
[03:58.00]As I lay, defeated, I'm dying
[03:58.00]Longing to have you near
[03:58.00]As I lay, defeated, I'm dying
[03:58.00]Longing to have you here
[03:58.00]Success is counted sweetest
[03:58.00]By those who never succeed
[03:58.00]To comprehend a fame like this
[03:58.00]Requires sorest need
[03:58.00]Not one of all those f**kers
[03:58.00]Who rose the flag today
[03:58.00]Can even tell the definition of fame
[03:58.00]So pure, of victory
文本歌词
浣滄洸 : Ole Alexander Myrholt ...
A wounded soul leaps highest
I've heard the poet tell
'tis but the ecstasy of death
And then the breath is still
As I lay, defeated, I'm dying
Longing to have you near
As I lay, defeated, I'm dying
Longing to have you here
The smitten soul that gushes
The trampled heart that springs
A wearied ghost that keeps running
From where the torment stings
Mirth is the prelude to anguish,
And laughter is its final aim
Lest some f**ker spot the wicked
And do not fail to exclaim!
As I lay, defeated, I'm dying
Longing to have you near
As I lay, defeated, I'm dying
Longing to have you here
Success is counted sweetest
By those who never succeed
To comprehend a fame like this
Requires sorest need
Not one of all those f**kers
Who rose the flag today
Can even tell the definition of fame
So pure, of victory
