- Espers Cruel Storm 歌词
- Espers
- Oh, cruel storm
Cruel sailor, cruel land
They take what they'd sooner sell
To some foreign land
From my highest tower
I see just how he stands and sways
Whispered my lie
There is a happy land
For the weary maid
Oh, splendid lady
Steals time with your heels
I watched your eyes fill with delights
As your hounds take the wild fox down
You're wicked, ugly
[?] placed at your side
The black thorns might be smarter
But then they might be free
Like darkness once more
Like my sailor's home again
With a vaguely cruel or kind
As light bleeds from the sky
I watch your heart die
Cry moonbeams with my time
Pass, true loves, by once more
And it will be splendid
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