Lord of the Lost "morsal" testo

morsal

They will see your face in bloomAnd the night will be no moreThey know nothing about your doomThey see you still the way you've been beforeSo colourfulBut the poison deep inside has spread

My rose, you wither with prideYou wither in graceYou turn your face towards the lightYour leaves start to fallAgain you'll ariseAfter all

In broken chain you're laid outLike a floater at the shoreIn dead water you will sproutEven after they cut off your thornsDefenselessBut morale deep inside has spread

My rose, you wither with prideYou wither in graceYou turn your face towards the lightYour leaves start to fallAgain you'll ariseAfter all

My rose, you wither in grace

You wither with pride

Your leaves start to fall

But you keep your head up high...

My rose, you wither with prideYou wither in graceYou turn your face towards the lightYour leaves start to fallAgain you'll ariseAfter all

My rose, you wither in grace

You wither with pride

Your leaves start to fall

But you keep your head up high...

Qui è possibile trovare il testo della canzone morsal di Lord of the Lost. O il testo della poesie morsal. Lord of the Lost morsal testo.