Artifacts Of The Black Rain 歌词

	作词 : Gelotte, Stromblad
	Staring there, leaning to the city moon
	Casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms
	The black clad voyeur in his black clad masque
	In the serpentine sun of tragedy basked
	Stood there cursing at the soul dead mass
	With their fabled illusions, vain dreams that passed
	Splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl
	A lone silent warrior in a fantasy world
	He cried for night but night could not come
	So swept in the shroud of misanthrope, he went away
	And fed the empty galleries
	With the artifacts of the black rain
	Sunken into the shadows with a dry sardonic smile
	He made the footprints a part of his heart
	To rouse a sacred confrontation
	Stood at the carving on the monument telling lies
	Digging of the earth, making friends with the soil
	As the all mother rises and bares her bleeding thighs
	He disappears into her cold, icy womb

	zuo ci : Gelotte, Stromblad
	Staring there, leaning to the city moon
	Casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms
	The black clad voyeur in his black clad masque
	In the serpentine sun of tragedy basked
	Stood there cursing at the soul dead mass
	With their fabled illusions, vain dreams that passed
	Splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl
	A lone silent warrior in a fantasy world
	He cried for night but night could not come
	So swept in the shroud of misanthrope, he went away
	And fed the empty galleries
	With the artifacts of the black rain
	Sunken into the shadows with a dry sardonic smile
	He made the footprints a part of his heart
	To rouse a sacred confrontation
	Stood at the carving on the monument telling lies
	Digging of the earth, making friends with the soil
	As the all mother rises and bares her bleeding thighs
	He disappears into her cold, icy womb

	zuò cí : Gelotte, Stromblad
	Staring there, leaning to the city moon
	Casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms
	The black clad voyeur in his black clad masque
	In the serpentine sun of tragedy basked
	Stood there cursing at the soul dead mass
	With their fabled illusions, vain dreams that passed
	Splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl
	A lone silent warrior in a fantasy world
	He cried for night but night could not come
	So swept in the shroud of misanthrope, he went away
	And fed the empty galleries
	With the artifacts of the black rain
	Sunken into the shadows with a dry sardonic smile
	He made the footprints a part of his heart
	To rouse a sacred confrontation
	Stood at the carving on the monument telling lies
	Digging of the earth, making friends with the soil
	As the all mother rises and bares her bleeding thighs
	He disappears into her cold, icy womb

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