制作
作曲和作词
Maxime Mangeant
词曲作者
Jérôme Salomon
词曲作者
Fabien Belissard
词曲作者
Maxim Payot
词曲作者
Julien Sartorius
词曲作者
歌词
In spring of youth
It was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake
With black rock bound
And the tall pines
That towered around
But when the Night
Had thrown her pall
Upon that spot
As upon all
And the mystic wind
Went by murmuring in melody
Then
Then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake
Oh star's silver
Countenance
May you be the humble
Witness of that night
The only that relates on the lake
Of our memories
In vain I pray
The hours to linger
Night: Be slower
Why so suddenly
While you're crying out you're doomed
I laugh at my judgement
Deafening Melody
Smothering Refrain
I screech on my own
Every grains of this stone
Each mineral shine
Of this mountain full of night
By itself, formed your world
Wounds hide on your spine
Behold the end of your cowardice
Poor tremulous delight
Disgraced, Haunted
Writer(s): Maxime Mangeant
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