Dismay

Dismay 歌词

歌曲	Dismay
歌手	Mirrorthrone
专辑	Gangrene
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作曲 : Vladimir
	Once a man built a large and grotesque wall
	Of cracked stones, dead hopes and bruised limbs.
	He wanted it to protect himself against a deep growl
	Of a storm carrying remorse and memories of sins.
	Below the faded sun, he spent his entire lifetime
	In hiding from any truth, in masking his crime
	In an attempt to castrate his already sexless flesh,
	Blindly fleeing from any recollection of thresh.
	Thus this pathetic living corpse was joined
	By other insipid souls in this work for them purloined.
	And generations massively adopted the habit
	Instituted by this mad man drowning in his vomit.
	Gathered they were, each saying no to life
	With such ignorance, overabundant and rife,
	But still firmly meaning what they could only ignore
	Chained themselves under a sky to love and implore.
	But what can he, who has not pierced eyes, do
	When he discovers such a wretched view:
	Impotent armies of degenerated and naked warriors
	Brandishing a banner where it is with gold thread knitted "ERROR".
	There were so many of them at the bottom of the wall
	That even in one hundred years you couldn't count them all
	Though weak, their number was doing that one man alone
	Couldn't make them fall and destroy their throne.
	Giving up all phantasms of grandeur, there is no boiling war to be declared;
	Just frozen and wild fancies, orgasmic visions of excruciated traitors immolated.
	Glaring at nothing but my own rage, feeding from my overwhelming hate
	Without melancholy but fury, I collapse in my engrieved fate.
	Of the two available roads one leads to starvation, and the other one to prostitution.
	The first one embraced me, as I choose death and self-abnegation.
	Now the memories of their distorted faces is slowly fading away,
	Even refusing to follow me as I sink into merciless dismay.

	zuo qu : Vladimir
	Once a man built a large and grotesque wall
	Of cracked stones, dead hopes and bruised limbs.
	He wanted it to protect himself against a deep growl
	Of a storm carrying remorse and memories of sins.
	Below the faded sun, he spent his entire lifetime
	In hiding from any truth, in masking his crime
	In an attempt to castrate his already sexless flesh,
	Blindly fleeing from any recollection of thresh.
	Thus this pathetic living corpse was joined
	By other insipid souls in this work for them purloined.
	And generations massively adopted the habit
	Instituted by this mad man drowning in his vomit.
	Gathered they were, each saying no to life
	With such ignorance, overabundant and rife,
	But still firmly meaning what they could only ignore
	Chained themselves under a sky to love and implore.
	But what can he, who has not pierced eyes, do
	When he discovers such a wretched view:
	Impotent armies of degenerated and naked warriors
	Brandishing a banner where it is with gold thread knitted " ERROR".
	There were so many of them at the bottom of the wall
	That even in one hundred years you couldn' t count them all
	Though weak, their number was doing that one man alone
	Couldn' t make them fall and destroy their throne.
	Giving up all phantasms of grandeur, there is no boiling war to be declared
	Just frozen and wild fancies, orgasmic visions of excruciated traitors immolated.
	Glaring at nothing but my own rage, feeding from my overwhelming hate
	Without melancholy but fury, I collapse in my engrieved fate.
	Of the two available roads one leads to starvation, and the other one to prostitution.
	The first one embraced me, as I choose death and selfabnegation.
	Now the memories of their distorted faces is slowly fading away,
	Even refusing to follow me as I sink into merciless dismay.

	zuò qǔ : Vladimir
	Once a man built a large and grotesque wall
	Of cracked stones, dead hopes and bruised limbs.
	He wanted it to protect himself against a deep growl
	Of a storm carrying remorse and memories of sins.
	Below the faded sun, he spent his entire lifetime
	In hiding from any truth, in masking his crime
	In an attempt to castrate his already sexless flesh,
	Blindly fleeing from any recollection of thresh.
	Thus this pathetic living corpse was joined
	By other insipid souls in this work for them purloined.
	And generations massively adopted the habit
	Instituted by this mad man drowning in his vomit.
	Gathered they were, each saying no to life
	With such ignorance, overabundant and rife,
	But still firmly meaning what they could only ignore
	Chained themselves under a sky to love and implore.
	But what can he, who has not pierced eyes, do
	When he discovers such a wretched view:
	Impotent armies of degenerated and naked warriors
	Brandishing a banner where it is with gold thread knitted " ERROR".
	There were so many of them at the bottom of the wall
	That even in one hundred years you couldn' t count them all
	Though weak, their number was doing that one man alone
	Couldn' t make them fall and destroy their throne.
	Giving up all phantasms of grandeur, there is no boiling war to be declared
	Just frozen and wild fancies, orgasmic visions of excruciated traitors immolated.
	Glaring at nothing but my own rage, feeding from my overwhelming hate
	Without melancholy but fury, I collapse in my engrieved fate.
	Of the two available roads one leads to starvation, and the other one to prostitution.
	The first one embraced me, as I choose death and selfabnegation.
	Now the memories of their distorted faces is slowly fading away,
	Even refusing to follow me as I sink into merciless dismay.

Dismay 歌词

相似歌曲

YouTube搜索结果 (转至YouTube)