歌曲 | Dismantle |
歌手 | And Hell Followed With |
专辑 | Proprioception |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : And Hell Followed With, Holland | |
With unease have I slept these past months | |
Her stride burning bright the confines of my dreams | |
The sleight of hand unleashing this perfection | |
To such heights she will grow | |
Horrors driven, ye who stands atop wondrous pyres | |
You breathe eternal that no darkness shall withhold | |
In favored fascination do I covet thee so | |
And I have thirsted to bathe beneath such radiance | |
Among the dancing of your flickering robe | |
No encumbrance embracing your swell | |
For no barrier could contain | |
Only in morbid imaginings have I dreamt of this cremation | |
The joining of my ash to your unending tenure | |
I who have awoken such madness ask | |
Only this pittance of appeasement | |
To burn eternally in your loving arms | |
And to the dismay of my every thought | |
Does she look upon me in faces of aversion | |
Her breath, her grasp | |
Cauterizing the tears I have shed | |
Such multitudes of sorrow I would welcome | |
If it meant only your loving embrace | |
Yet these woes I shall know eternal | |
For I still breathe alone | |
And the sea of flames, folding in on itself | |
Swallowed whole the entirety | |
How the roar of that which remains untamed | |
Brings me the only joy I this world I have known |
zuo qu : And Hell Followed With, Holland | |
With unease have I slept these past months | |
Her stride burning bright the confines of my dreams | |
The sleight of hand unleashing this perfection | |
To such heights she will grow | |
Horrors driven, ye who stands atop wondrous pyres | |
You breathe eternal that no darkness shall withhold | |
In favored fascination do I covet thee so | |
And I have thirsted to bathe beneath such radiance | |
Among the dancing of your flickering robe | |
No encumbrance embracing your swell | |
For no barrier could contain | |
Only in morbid imaginings have I dreamt of this cremation | |
The joining of my ash to your unending tenure | |
I who have awoken such madness ask | |
Only this pittance of appeasement | |
To burn eternally in your loving arms | |
And to the dismay of my every thought | |
Does she look upon me in faces of aversion | |
Her breath, her grasp | |
Cauterizing the tears I have shed | |
Such multitudes of sorrow I would welcome | |
If it meant only your loving embrace | |
Yet these woes I shall know eternal | |
For I still breathe alone | |
And the sea of flames, folding in on itself | |
Swallowed whole the entirety | |
How the roar of that which remains untamed | |
Brings me the only joy I this world I have known |
zuò qǔ : And Hell Followed With, Holland | |
With unease have I slept these past months | |
Her stride burning bright the confines of my dreams | |
The sleight of hand unleashing this perfection | |
To such heights she will grow | |
Horrors driven, ye who stands atop wondrous pyres | |
You breathe eternal that no darkness shall withhold | |
In favored fascination do I covet thee so | |
And I have thirsted to bathe beneath such radiance | |
Among the dancing of your flickering robe | |
No encumbrance embracing your swell | |
For no barrier could contain | |
Only in morbid imaginings have I dreamt of this cremation | |
The joining of my ash to your unending tenure | |
I who have awoken such madness ask | |
Only this pittance of appeasement | |
To burn eternally in your loving arms | |
And to the dismay of my every thought | |
Does she look upon me in faces of aversion | |
Her breath, her grasp | |
Cauterizing the tears I have shed | |
Such multitudes of sorrow I would welcome | |
If it meant only your loving embrace | |
Yet these woes I shall know eternal | |
For I still breathe alone | |
And the sea of flames, folding in on itself | |
Swallowed whole the entirety | |
How the roar of that which remains untamed | |
Brings me the only joy I this world I have known |