Dark Moor Overture (Attila)歌词

Confutatis maledictis, Flammis acribus addictis. When the sun is flustered And the moon is free The great little master Write a bitter melody The notes fevers in my breast, Aches to be away Eternal wisdom In glorious kingdom That is my sole wish Chor

Choir full moon in the height full moon in the night influence of the Moon can make an artist or a loon of loves choir spirit, like the moon can be an expanded white balloon which hovers bridge life is a dream when it reflects a gleam that we catch a

Swan Lake Her soul will be a swan Until She feels The love of nobleman Forever her soul will be a swan Until She feels The love of nobleman In swan lake In swan lake Tired to ride in the royal hunt To listen sweet lies that I am wont I am the prince!

Along the river of fantasy we'll get to a place Which they want to see. Across the valley of illusion We'll have to climb the mountains of confusion And challenge all the sings without breaking our union The legend tells me that in this place The one

In my love I have dreamt of you Obtaining a view A cow in the cattle In my dream I was in the fight Focussing the light A crow in the battle [Bridge] But when, at my end, I meet the Great Queen I shall die happy because I'll have her seen [Chorus] An

When coming is the disaster the Emperor masters the Emperor＇s always the master when coming is the disaster the Emperor masters when will must overrun faster the Emperor master the will is the law do not quit nor withdraw just the Emperor can lead to

I know that you need me To survive in this world world of empty words take my hand and feel me if I'll be your friend... forever be [Bridge:] In the dephts of wind could be playing with me your symphony Playing on and on never be alone sing my song I

Only you fill me with love replete, the land and sea are forms of you and me, with you I feel complete, my love. Only you, forever my girlfriend, together in dance and between us a lance and before us the end, my love. We are the fire, we are the wat

An odd figure Ancient, wondrous Needs its vigour To work his way yonder. Where his gladness Becomes sadness, When his madness takes control In this world where the starts are ends, All chances are nothing but trends. Where hazard rules, he is the wor