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Valentine
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Трек «Valentine» вышел в 1 августа 2013 г. г. на альбоме « » (лейбл «Napalm Records Handels GmbH»)Neverworld's End
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АльбомNeverworld's End
Дата релиза1 августа 2013 г.
ЛейблNapalm Records Handels GmbH
Мелодичность
Акустичность
Валанс
Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM166

Видео

Видео

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Xandria
Xandria
Исполнитель
Marco Heubaum
Marco Heubaum
Электрогитара
Manuela Kraller
Manuela Kraller
Ведущий вокал
Philip Restemeier
Philip Restemeier
Электрогитара
Nils Middelhauve
Nils Middelhauve
Электрическая бас-гитара
Ben Mathot
Ben Mathot
Скрипка
Joost Van Den Broek
Joost Van Den Broek
Программирование
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Marco Heubaum
Marco Heubaum
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Marco Heubaum
Marco Heubaum
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Слова

Be the valentine, rip the heart of mine
Give your innocence to the brightest of dreams
This is harvest time, taste the blood red wine
Of this gilded art, it is spilled from my own heart
It's so hard to see my face
In the mirror's cold disgrace
I wonder what is this I have become
A childish forlorn wish
So easy to seduce
Seems like it's just one step to fall down
Be the valentine, rip the heart of mine
Give your innocence to the brightest of dreams
I can hardly write these lines
Cause I already have signed
My name across the wall of prayers
Now I listen to my name
Sounding like a blame
I close my eyes and start to sing my song
Be the valentine, rip the heart of mine
Give your innocence to the brightest of
This is harvest time, taste the blood red wine
Of this gilded art, it is spilled from my own heart
If I'm looking back behind
To long forgotten times
There's something that is burning on and on
Oh, oh, oh, pactum fraudis!
Oh, oh, oh, pactum fraudis!
Oh, oh, oh, pactum fraudis!
Oh, oh, oh, pactum fraudis!
Sanguinans!
I live in memories, cast into melodies
They die in harmony with greed and treachery
Be the valentine, rip the heart of mine
Give your innocence to the brightest of
This is harvest time, taste the blood red wine
Of this gilded art, it is spilled from my own heart
How can I run from this hurting never-ending pain?
Written by: Marco Heubaum
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