[00:00.00] 作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea
[00:01.00] 作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea
[01:28.00]Nothing is in this world can be
[01:30.73]as immaculate and pure
[01:33.44]as the love of us Cold Ones for the dead.
[01:40.26]Our love lives only in those fleeting moments of recollection ...
[01:46.59]- memories we're fearing to forget.
[01:53.11]
[02:17.69]Our love knows neither kiss or touch,
[02:20.62]we are embracing dust, air or ourselves
[02:24.52]when visualizing what we've lost.
[02:30.07]Awoken by a sound or scent,
[02:33.07]some visions call sad phantoms ...,
[02:35.74]floating, wrapped in fading colours ...
[02:39.43]- our lament.
[02:43.63]
[03:08.53]And then there is the all-devouring dread:
[03:15.20]"Some day I might not bring him back ...,
[03:21.02]when my feeble mind can't help
[03:25.61]but lose the contours of his face."
[03:32.86]Lost forever, lone and sad,
[03:38.94]gone forever to the dead ...
[03:44.85]- so far beyond the barriers of the opposite space.
[03:57.80]Yet, alas, despite it all ...
[04:03.78]walking through these deserted halls ...
[04:10.26]It's easy ... still ... to love the dead...-
[04:19.63]It's easier to love the dead.
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