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Whispers on the Moor - Somnambula.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Somnambula
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Somnambula
[00:09.095] [Intro]
[00:09.095] The wind it howls, the shadows grow
[00:13.974] Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly glow
[00:27.004] [Verse 1]
[00:27.004] In the hollows where the heather lies
[00:31.675] A tale of old beneath the skies
[00:36.303] Whispers call from the ancient stones
[00:40.871] Echoing through the barren bones
[00:49.135] [Chorus]
[00:49.135] Oh, the moor it sings, a haunting tune
[00:52.990] Beneath the watch of the waning moon
[00:58.922] In the silence, the secrets pour
[01:03.371] Whispers, whispers on the moor
[01:12.013] [Verse 2]
[01:12.013] The fog it rolls, the night descends
[01:16.515] A path unknown, where darkness bends
[01:21.234] Through the mist, a figure stands
[01:24.295] With eyes that pierce the shifting sands
[01:34.042] [Chorus]
[01:34.042] Oh, the moor it sings, a haunting tune
[01:39.186] Beneath the watch of the waning moon
[01:43.763] In the silence, the secrets pour
[01:48.211] Whispers, whispers on the moor
[01:52.444] [Bridge]
[01:52.444] The drums they beat, a primal sound
[02:00.598] In the heart of this sacred ground
[02:04.654] The strings they weep, a mournful cry
[02:09.295] As the stars above begin to die
[02:18.882] [Chorus]
[02:18.882] Oh, the moor it sings, a haunting tune
[02:22.750] Beneath the watch of the waning moon
[02:28.683] In the silence, the secrets pour
[02:33.051] Whispers, whispers on the moor
[02:41.622] [Outro]
[02:41.622] The wind it fades, the shadows fall
[02:46.037] But the whispers linger, through it all
text lyrics
作词 : Somnambula
作曲 : Somnambula

The wind it howls, the shadows grow
Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly glow

In the hollows where the heather lies
A tale of old beneath the skies
Whispers call from the ancient stones
Echoing through the barren bones

Oh, the moor it sings, a haunting tune
Beneath the watch of the waning moon
In the silence, the secrets pour
Whispers, whispers on the moor

The fog it rolls, the night descends
A path unknown, where darkness bends
Through the mist, a figure stands
With eyes that pierce the shifting sands

Oh, the moor it sings, a haunting tune
Beneath the watch of the waning moon
In the silence, the secrets pour
Whispers, whispers on the moor

The drums they beat, a primal sound
In the heart of this sacred ground
The strings they weep, a mournful cry
As the stars above begin to die

Oh, the moor it sings, a haunting tune
Beneath the watch of the waning moon
In the silence, the secrets pour
Whispers, whispers on the moor

The wind it fades, the shadows fall
But the whispers linger, through it all