Eye of Melian, Johanna Kurkela, Delain - The Bell sanoitukset (lyrics)
Katso kaikki sanoitukset Eye of Melian
Katso kaikki sanoitukset Johanna Kurkela
Katso kaikki sanoitukset Delain
[Eye of Melian, Johanna Kurkela, Delain - The Bell sanoitukset lyrics]
The bell tolls
Hidden from noise and the cruel wind
A place of solace now I have found
My weary mind rests to the toll of
The bell of time to which we're bound
The bell keeps on tolling
On graves snow keeps falling
None can escape the hand of
Time always pushing on, not on this side of
Life is a river without
Banks always flowing on
No way to get out and back
In this place of remembrance
The silent graves tell the tale
Of how we used our
Time in this place of deliverance
A memory marked by the tolling of the bell
Time will keep on turning
While our candle's burning
Time is a wind gaining speed
And always rushing on
Driving us forward like
Snow will keep falling on these
Stones oh so quietly
Whispering of all that lies
Within this place of remembrance
The silent graves tell the tale
Of how we used our
Time in this place of deliverance
A memory marked by the tolling of the bell
Life is a river without
Banks always flowing on
Life is a clock without a
Key always ticking on
Hidden from noise and the cruel wind
A place of solace now I have found
My weary mind rests to the toll of
The bell of time to which we're bound
The bell keeps on tolling
On graves snow keeps falling
None can escape the hand of
Time always pushing on, not on this side of
Life is a river without
Banks always flowing on
No way to get out and back
In this place of remembrance
The silent graves tell the tale
Of how we used our
Time in this place of deliverance
A memory marked by the tolling of the bell
Time will keep on turning
While our candle's burning
Time is a wind gaining speed
And always rushing on
Driving us forward like
Snow will keep falling on these
Stones oh so quietly
Whispering of all that lies
Within this place of remembrance
The silent graves tell the tale
Of how we used our
Time in this place of deliverance
A memory marked by the tolling of the bell
Life is a river without
Banks always flowing on
Life is a clock without a
Key always ticking on