歌曲 | So Frail |
歌手 | Mirrorthrone |
专辑 | Gangrene |
作曲 : Vladimir | |
While the reflection of past scars | |
Still faintly shines, still weekly whines, | |
A new flame dawns, calm and pale | |
Surrounded by a white glow, but so frail. | |
It enlightened my deafened scream, | |
Where hatred was reigning supreme, | |
Thus switching ways, inverting nights and days | |
And breaking the walls of my rational maze. | |
Of my past, there remained only a heavy ruin, | |
Finally allowing my cold self to breath in. | |
Of my plans of a slow succumbing, | |
Silent smokes were now escaping, from their ashes dying. | |
Down below, deep under my skin | |
A cold hole, not meant to be filled in | |
A secret place, where no light had ever made its way | |
And where each color would have turned to grey | |
Right next to that cavity, a dead battering in a lonely grave | |
Carrying life as a moribund soul for continuity would crave | |
But its slow pulse one day you troubled | |
As its shameful cadence you entered | |
I am the monstrous soul, The one that never drifts but always crawls. | |
Lend me your wings so we can fly | |
And reach the welkin high |
zuò qǔ : Vladimir | |
While the reflection of past scars | |
Still faintly shines, still weekly whines, | |
A new flame dawns, calm and pale | |
Surrounded by a white glow, but so frail. | |
It enlightened my deafened scream, | |
Where hatred was reigning supreme, | |
Thus switching ways, inverting nights and days | |
And breaking the walls of my rational maze. | |
Of my past, there remained only a heavy ruin, | |
Finally allowing my cold self to breath in. | |
Of my plans of a slow succumbing, | |
Silent smokes were now escaping, from their ashes dying. | |
Down below, deep under my skin | |
A cold hole, not meant to be filled in | |
A secret place, where no light had ever made its way | |
And where each color would have turned to grey | |
Right next to that cavity, a dead battering in a lonely grave | |
Carrying life as a moribund soul for continuity would crave | |
But its slow pulse one day you troubled | |
As its shameful cadence you entered | |
I am the monstrous soul, The one that never drifts but always crawls. | |
Lend me your wings so we can fly | |
And reach the welkin high |