Musica de The Cruxshadows del Genero: Gothic Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Gothic son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de The Cruxshadows tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Gothic, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para perfeccionar su
falling together in the cold grass holding hands
on the hill side watching stars descend
forever seems like just an empty promise
we spent so long ago
but we were younger then.
each sour word
sounds so absurd
but lingers
in the air
while happiness
in an ashen dress
fades into
the years
each lonely hour
my heart has slept
has drifted back
to me
a splintered dream
of awful things
that now
have come to be
She said Go
I don't want you any more
She said Go
i don't need you now, my dearest
She said Go
i don't love you anymore
She said Go
and I heard the angels cry
for us...
simple words that simply disappear
while silence has replaced the sound of laughter
and in the twilight memories shimmer in a
breath of hesitation
but it only lasts a moment before its gone
each sour word
sounds so absurd
but lingers
in the air
while happiness
in an ashen dress
fades into
the years
each lonely hour
my heart has slept
has drifted back
to me
a splintered dream
of awful things
that now
have come to be
She said Go
I don't want you any more
She said Go
i don't need you now, my dearest
She said Go
i don't love you anymore
She said Go
and I heard the angels cry
each sour word
sounds so absurd
but lingers
in the air
while happiness
in an ashen dress
fades into
the years
each lonely hour
my heart has slept
has drifted back
to me
a splintered dream
of awful things
that now
have come to be
She said Go
I don't want you any more
She said Go
i don't need you now, my dearest
She said Go
i don't love you anymore
She said Go
but I don't belive her.