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| Assunto: Behind the Crimson door/Atrás da porta rubra Ter Fev 05, 2008 8:45 am | |
| Behind The Crimson Door
Covered the carcass of time with flowers To send the scent of blame to the grave Set the darkest thoughts on fire And watched the ashes climb to Heaven's gates
We hide behind the crimson door While the summer is killed by the fall Alive behind the crimson door While the winter sings: "Your love will be the death of me" (Death of me) "Your love will be the death of me"
Death served wine for lovers Brought from the world where devils reign And intoxicated angels with sorrow They witnessed in the eyes of their slaves
We hide behind the crimson door While the summer is killed by the fall Alive behind the crimson door While the winter sings: "Your love will be the death of me" (Death of me) "Your love will be the death of me"
We hide behind the crimson door While the summer is killed by the fall Alive behind the crimson door while the winter sings: "Your love will be the death of me" (Death of me) "Your love will be the death of me"
We hide behind the crimson door While the summer is killed by the fall Alive behind the crimson door while the winter sings: "Your love will be the death of me" (Death of me) "Your love will be the death of me"
We hide behind the crimson door We hide behind the crimson door We hide behind the crimson door We hide behind the crimson door
Atrás da porta rubra
Cobri a carcaça do tempo com flores Para mandar o cheiro da culpa no túmulo Ateei fogo nos pensamentos mais obscuros E assisti às cinzas subirem até os portões do Paraíso
Nós escondemo-nos atrás da porta rubra Enquanto o Verão é assassinado pelo Outono Vivos atrás da porta rubra Enquanto o inverno canta: "O teu amor será a minha morte"
A Morte serviu vinho aos amantes Trazido do mundo onde os Demónios reinam E embriagaram os anjos com tristezas Que testemunharam nos olhos dos seus escravos
Nós escondemo-nos atrás da porta rubra Enquanto o Verão é assassinado pelo Outono Vivos atrás da porta rubra Enquanto o inverno canta: "O teu amor será a minha morte" | |
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