歌曲 | In Velvet Slumber |
歌手 | Astarte |
专辑 | Quod Superius, Sicut Infernius |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Astarte, Tristessa | |
Flow of time turn into emptiness | |
Ends to the place that the earth appears | |
He, who reads the shadows | |
Flows to oblivion like the dust on the air | |
As the eyes reflects the eternal chaos | |
The man fades out his pestilence | |
Corpses are poisoned in the dust | |
And souls, shadow the unreachable endless | |
He stands upon the faces that dies forever | |
Undefeated wound that cut the tree of life | |
I am traveling through snakes | |
Through corpses, through time! | |
Dark passage to the abyss of my mind! | |
My day-night, my heaven-hell | |
The land of cry, the soul of sinner | |
Around my everything a transparent end | |
A crystallized soul broken, my self | |
Death unharmed for the body | |
Aim flow to the inward of sins | |
And this is just the beginning | |
The augment guidance of gnostic lust | |
Placed forever in my pagan fever | |
No proof walks upon the earth's existence | |
Helpless in front universe's dominion | |
A velvet slumber sick fate upon me | |
Death is so sweet, it cease all annoy | |
Life is a lake that drowns all pain | |
War makes everything happen | |
It is not the infinities that can be seen | |
Future will be left behind our unlived tomorrow | |
Sustained to the real present | |
Which is conquered by time | |
Disgraced leftovers from centuries | |
Abandoned and turned into dust |
zuo qu : Astarte, Tristessa | |
Flow of time turn into emptiness | |
Ends to the place that the earth appears | |
He, who reads the shadows | |
Flows to oblivion like the dust on the air | |
As the eyes reflects the eternal chaos | |
The man fades out his pestilence | |
Corpses are poisoned in the dust | |
And souls, shadow the unreachable endless | |
He stands upon the faces that dies forever | |
Undefeated wound that cut the tree of life | |
I am traveling through snakes | |
Through corpses, through time! | |
Dark passage to the abyss of my mind! | |
My daynight, my heavenhell | |
The land of cry, the soul of sinner | |
Around my everything a transparent end | |
A crystallized soul broken, my self | |
Death unharmed for the body | |
Aim flow to the inward of sins | |
And this is just the beginning | |
The augment guidance of gnostic lust | |
Placed forever in my pagan fever | |
No proof walks upon the earth' s existence | |
Helpless in front universe' s dominion | |
A velvet slumber sick fate upon me | |
Death is so sweet, it cease all annoy | |
Life is a lake that drowns all pain | |
War makes everything happen | |
It is not the infinities that can be seen | |
Future will be left behind our unlived tomorrow | |
Sustained to the real present | |
Which is conquered by time | |
Disgraced leftovers from centuries | |
Abandoned and turned into dust |
zuò qǔ : Astarte, Tristessa | |
Flow of time turn into emptiness | |
Ends to the place that the earth appears | |
He, who reads the shadows | |
Flows to oblivion like the dust on the air | |
As the eyes reflects the eternal chaos | |
The man fades out his pestilence | |
Corpses are poisoned in the dust | |
And souls, shadow the unreachable endless | |
He stands upon the faces that dies forever | |
Undefeated wound that cut the tree of life | |
I am traveling through snakes | |
Through corpses, through time! | |
Dark passage to the abyss of my mind! | |
My daynight, my heavenhell | |
The land of cry, the soul of sinner | |
Around my everything a transparent end | |
A crystallized soul broken, my self | |
Death unharmed for the body | |
Aim flow to the inward of sins | |
And this is just the beginning | |
The augment guidance of gnostic lust | |
Placed forever in my pagan fever | |
No proof walks upon the earth' s existence | |
Helpless in front universe' s dominion | |
A velvet slumber sick fate upon me | |
Death is so sweet, it cease all annoy | |
Life is a lake that drowns all pain | |
War makes everything happen | |
It is not the infinities that can be seen | |
Future will be left behind our unlived tomorrow | |
Sustained to the real present | |
Which is conquered by time | |
Disgraced leftovers from centuries | |
Abandoned and turned into dust |