Four Dead Seasons 歌词

I can feel the warmth of summer breeze And the coldness of winter frost that freeze The darkness in thy serene night I feel And all the shades of thy crimson light I need But most I feel the pain of life, thus I suffer more than thou With sympathy I bleed for thee, but thy loss you feel devour s me O'human relief has forsaken me, as your spirits are buried underground The coldness of this dead cold night, it's tremendous deeds you can't defeat without a fight More anguish I feel when thy autumn leaves fall More despair for success I need when the spring flowers blossom More frozen I'll be when thy shimmering snow buries me More torment of heat I will feel when thy ardour wastes my pale face But most I feel the pain of life, thus I suffer more than thou With sympathy I bleed for thee, but thy loss you feel devours me O'human relief has forsaken me, as your spirits are buried underground The coldness of this dead cold night, it's tremendous deeds you can't defeat without a fight Your emotion is my devotion Thy love is real unlike the world Four dead seasons, but with splendid delicacy Sometimes they tempt us to something unreal But most I feel the pain of life, thus I suffer more than thou With sympathy I bleed for thee, but thy loss you feel devours me O'human relief has forsaken me, as your spirits are buried underground The coldness of this dead cold night, it's tremendous deeds you can't defeat without a fight