作词 : Frelik, Wiwczarek | |
We await the silent empire | |
The timeless domain of disinherited ones | |
We do believe in silence | |
All that is hidden and hushed serves our quest | |
The spaceless kingdom of ones that expect | |
The nameless worshippers of future to come | |
When the courier's sign glimmers in the dark | |
We rise our eyes in wait | |
Our heads - that's where it dwells | |
Our hearts - that's where it ripens | |
Our hopes - that's where it reigns | |
You'd better never antagonize the horn | |
We wish to disremember the defeated cause | |
Lost in the maze of the world | |
We restlessly seek way out and up | |
To evil towers, to another fall from grace into pride | |
There in the world they think they conspire | |
How pitiful seems their toil and plot | |
We drop out letters into waste bins in the streets | |
And gather to read the words of those who concoct | |
Our heads - that's where it dwells | |
Our hearts - that's where it ripens | |
Our hopes - that's where it reigns | |
You'd better never antagonize the horn | |
The empire, it is in us | |
The horn, there you can see | |
The message, this should come soon | |
Trystero, the name we behold | |
We're from the outer empire | |
Our heads - that's where it dwells | |
Our hearts - that's where it ripens | |
Our hopes - that's where it reigns | |
You'd better never antagonize the horn | |
We await the silent empire | |
In the so-called "Enochion" system of | |
Magick, the 10th | |
Ethyr (a non-dimensional sphere of the Astral) named | |
ZAX is the place where the | |
Psychonaut must meet and battle | |
CHRONZON, a deamon-god to some, yet an illusory non-entity to others. | |
This devil of | |
Dispersion is the guardian of the | |
Abyss, the | |
Dweller of the | |
Threshold, and the | |
Gate itself, thus identical with | |
YOG-SOTHOT of | |
H. P. Lovecraft's mythos. |
zuo ci : Frelik, Wiwczarek | |
We await the silent empire | |
The timeless domain of disinherited ones | |
We do believe in silence | |
All that is hidden and hushed serves our quest | |
The spaceless kingdom of ones that expect | |
The nameless worshippers of future to come | |
When the courier' s sign glimmers in the dark | |
We rise our eyes in wait | |
Our heads that' s where it dwells | |
Our hearts that' s where it ripens | |
Our hopes that' s where it reigns | |
You' d better never antagonize the horn | |
We wish to disremember the defeated cause | |
Lost in the maze of the world | |
We restlessly seek way out and up | |
To evil towers, to another fall from grace into pride | |
There in the world they think they conspire | |
How pitiful seems their toil and plot | |
We drop out letters into waste bins in the streets | |
And gather to read the words of those who concoct | |
Our heads that' s where it dwells | |
Our hearts that' s where it ripens | |
Our hopes that' s where it reigns | |
You' d better never antagonize the horn | |
The empire, it is in us | |
The horn, there you can see | |
The message, this should come soon | |
Trystero, the name we behold | |
We' re from the outer empire | |
Our heads that' s where it dwells | |
Our hearts that' s where it ripens | |
Our hopes that' s where it reigns | |
You' d better never antagonize the horn | |
We await the silent empire | |
In the socalled " Enochion" system of | |
Magick, the 10th | |
Ethyr a nondimensional sphere of the Astral named | |
ZAX is the place where the | |
Psychonaut must meet and battle | |
CHRONZON, a deamongod to some, yet an illusory nonentity to others. | |
This devil of | |
Dispersion is the guardian of the | |
Abyss, the | |
Dweller of the | |
Threshold, and the | |
Gate itself, thus identical with | |
YOGSOTHOT of | |
H. P. Lovecraft' s mythos. |
zuò cí : Frelik, Wiwczarek | |
We await the silent empire | |
The timeless domain of disinherited ones | |
We do believe in silence | |
All that is hidden and hushed serves our quest | |
The spaceless kingdom of ones that expect | |
The nameless worshippers of future to come | |
When the courier' s sign glimmers in the dark | |
We rise our eyes in wait | |
Our heads that' s where it dwells | |
Our hearts that' s where it ripens | |
Our hopes that' s where it reigns | |
You' d better never antagonize the horn | |
We wish to disremember the defeated cause | |
Lost in the maze of the world | |
We restlessly seek way out and up | |
To evil towers, to another fall from grace into pride | |
There in the world they think they conspire | |
How pitiful seems their toil and plot | |
We drop out letters into waste bins in the streets | |
And gather to read the words of those who concoct | |
Our heads that' s where it dwells | |
Our hearts that' s where it ripens | |
Our hopes that' s where it reigns | |
You' d better never antagonize the horn | |
The empire, it is in us | |
The horn, there you can see | |
The message, this should come soon | |
Trystero, the name we behold | |
We' re from the outer empire | |
Our heads that' s where it dwells | |
Our hearts that' s where it ripens | |
Our hopes that' s where it reigns | |
You' d better never antagonize the horn | |
We await the silent empire | |
In the socalled " Enochion" system of | |
Magick, the 10th | |
Ethyr a nondimensional sphere of the Astral named | |
ZAX is the place where the | |
Psychonaut must meet and battle | |
CHRONZON, a deamongod to some, yet an illusory nonentity to others. | |
This devil of | |
Dispersion is the guardian of the | |
Abyss, the | |
Dweller of the | |
Threshold, and the | |
Gate itself, thus identical with | |
YOGSOTHOT of | |
H. P. Lovecraft' s mythos. |