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标题:Crimson
艺人:Erra
专辑:Augment
制谱人:Adrian D.
附注:
This song has some pretty tough notes to distinguish. Most likely quite a few mistakes, really unsure about some Lead parts.. The Rhythm sounds accurate. Pretty sure theres a 3rd guitar for a few parts. Any corrections are welcome. This was done in about a week and will make updates if i learn the correct way to play the sections marked (*) Hope you enjoy, have fun! Substructure Gonna do some videos of these tabs.. Some played differently than shown here. Youtube: xXcKyCoBHCXx
注释:
F5 = More InfoF5 = More Info* * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * *This part... I just cant lol* * * * * * * * * *
歌曲: Crimson
歌词:
It's as if I've fallen with the fall. Like leaves from trees, standing short and tall.
My lungs are frozen from the winter air. A stale cold and respiratory flare.
Crimson scatters near the roots of the last soldier from the summer.
It's as if the battle happened here and the bodies were buried under.
A tectonic drift and polar shift would ensure our camouflage.
It would be as if we never happened, and this place was a mirage.
We constantly collide with the troposphere. We cut straight through like Roman spear.
Displacing oxygen like a paid assassin. Promised to forget because it never happened.
It's as if I've fallen with the fall. Like leaves from trees, standing short and tall.
Crimson scatters near the roots of the last soldier from the summer.
It's as if the battle happened here and the bodies were buried under.
Stimulating consequences rest on my conscience. This addiction to the things we do is neither conventional or acknowledged.
An echo of existence. Subsist in our commencement. Limitations have escaped us, contrary to accepted thesis.
A tectonic drift and polar shift would ensure our camouflage.
It would be as if we never happened, and this place was a mirage.
We constantly collide with the troposphere. We cut straight through like Roman spear.
Displacing oxygen like a paid assassin. Promised to forget because it never happened.
Crimson scatters near the roots of the last soldier from the summer.
It's as if the battle happened here and the bodies were buried under.
An echo of existence. Subsist in our commencement. Limitations have escaped us, contrary to accepted thesis. An echo of existence. Limitations have escaped us. An echo of existence.