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Back Into The Shadows

	作曲 : Agathodaimon, Dracul
	In the night of my final sacrifice
	I sent my soul
	Into the vast and fathomless unknown to find a word
	A word, that indicates the beyond.
	It came back later and spoke: "I am myself heaven and hell!"
	Sculptured in time as another chapter of life
	Sharp are the thorns of the roses, which lay dank upon me
	For too long
	I knew that
	I had to arrive
	Yet destination isn't as linear as humanity
	Touch the feeling - touch the soul
	Touch the morning dew and see the glamour
	In my stark eyes reflecting
	The icon of a setting in a serene summer
	So many flowers give away to mystery and loneliness
	Their subtle perfume and their indifference
	So much jewelry's forgotten in the soil, in darkness
	But who dares to tread the silent meadows
	That lie beyond the mirror of one's self?
	Who dares to reach the phantoms of one's heart?
	To behold the murderer of life and art?
	And what is death?
	What gives birth?
	What sells good or has no worth,
	When everything you feel is cold?
	Why am I?
	Who's this hand?
	Whose decisions
	I can't comprehend...
	But isn't history foretold?
	There's a tide... in the affairs of men
	Which, taken of it's flood, leads on to fortune
	But all the voyage of their life
	Is bound in shallows and miseries...
	But if you desire to see the light...
	As it truly is, clear and bright
	You must move - back into the shadows

	zuò qǔ : Agathodaimon, Dracul
	In the night of my final sacrifice
	I sent my soul
	Into the vast and fathomless unknown to find a word
	A word, that indicates the beyond.
	It came back later and spoke: " I am myself heaven and hell!"
	Sculptured in time as another chapter of life
	Sharp are the thorns of the roses, which lay dank upon me
	For too long
	I knew that
	I had to arrive
	Yet destination isn' t as linear as humanity
	Touch the feeling touch the soul
	Touch the morning dew and see the glamour
	In my stark eyes reflecting
	The icon of a setting in a serene summer
	So many flowers give away to mystery and loneliness
	Their subtle perfume and their indifference
	So much jewelry' s forgotten in the soil, in darkness
	But who dares to tread the silent meadows
	That lie beyond the mirror of one' s self?
	Who dares to reach the phantoms of one' s heart?
	To behold the murderer of life and art?
	And what is death?
	What gives birth?
	What sells good or has no worth,
	When everything you feel is cold?
	Why am I?
	Who' s this hand?
	Whose decisions
	I can' t comprehend...
	But isn' t history foretold?
	There' s a tide... in the affairs of men
	Which, taken of it' s flood, leads on to fortune
	But all the voyage of their life
	Is bound in shallows and miseries...
	But if you desire to see the light...
	As it truly is, clear and bright
	You must move back into the shadows