歌曲 | Melpomene |
歌手 | Elend |
专辑 | The Umbersun |
Melpomene | |
Première Leçon | |
I looked into the eyes of the Basilisk. | |
Beside the shores | |
Of silver streaming sadness to be, | |
She came to me disguised as Melpomene. | |
Like asphodels winding through the chasms of Heaven, | |
We were passing along the waves of the ocean | |
And slowly reaching the gates of the Sun. | |
The beams of the night preceding me... | |
The streams of light preluding you... | |
The walls were weeping blood | |
But feverish was our waiting, Love. | |
You once cherished our embrace | |
That day the horizon was weeping nights. | |
The instants of time were running low | |
And every shape set like bronze | |
Reminded me of your name. | |
The shore landscaping your face... | |
The sea piercing through your eyes... | |
A sea died with the salt of our tears. | |
As the scale of a pearl preventing her from being an eye for the Sun, | |
I am but death and stain within you. | |
As the foaming quiver of life soiling the surface of ennui, | |
You are the dream in me. | |
Surround me with colours I am longing to see | |
And shadow that light upon me. | |
Sear me in a sea of snakes. |
Melpomene | |
Premiè re Le on | |
I looked into the eyes of the Basilisk. | |
Beside the shores | |
Of silver streaming sadness to be, | |
She came to me disguised as Melpomene. | |
Like asphodels winding through the chasms of Heaven, | |
We were passing along the waves of the ocean | |
And slowly reaching the gates of the Sun. | |
The beams of the night preceding me... | |
The streams of light preluding you... | |
The walls were weeping blood | |
But feverish was our waiting, Love. | |
You once cherished our embrace | |
That day the horizon was weeping nights. | |
The instants of time were running low | |
And every shape set like bronze | |
Reminded me of your name. | |
The shore landscaping your face... | |
The sea piercing through your eyes... | |
A sea died with the salt of our tears. | |
As the scale of a pearl preventing her from being an eye for the Sun, | |
I am but death and stain within you. | |
As the foaming quiver of life soiling the surface of ennui, | |
You are the dream in me. | |
Surround me with colours I am longing to see | |
And shadow that light upon me. | |
Sear me in a sea of snakes. |