Future Reminiscence

歌曲 Future Reminiscence
歌手 Borknagar
专辑 Epic

歌词

作词 : Brun
The mysteries of a hidden past.
Precession of the planetary relations.
Restitution of a genuine consciousness.
Return to the haven of the first and the last.
The everlasting zero, a glimpse of a million.
The forever million, yet a ubiquitous presence.
Coronate the path of the
Gods, the
Elder. Beware, stare towards the horizon new.
Sear, tear the sensation of distant propinquity.
Through the secret moments
I flew. As one among the very few.
The everlasting zero, a glimpse of a million.
The forever million, yet a ubiquitous presence.
Coronate the path of the
Gods, the
Elder. Coronate the path of the
Gods. Beware, stare towards the horizon new.
Sear, tear the sensation of distant propinquity
I am a remnant of the forever origin.
I am the soul of every phantom fallen.
I am rising as
I am falling, silent as calling. "The precise prelude of the catalysm". silent as calling.
Apocalyptic visions of the future fall.
The aberrant taste of the conceiving past.
As a slave of the next moment of presence.
The ones among the very few.
Restitution - summons the sight.
Emancipation - circles in presence.
Renunciation - for a new era to enlighten.

拼音

zuò cí : Brun
The mysteries of a hidden past.
Precession of the planetary relations.
Restitution of a genuine consciousness.
Return to the haven of the first and the last.
The everlasting zero, a glimpse of a million.
The forever million, yet a ubiquitous presence.
Coronate the path of the
Gods, the
Elder. Beware, stare towards the horizon new.
Sear, tear the sensation of distant propinquity.
Through the secret moments
I flew. As one among the very few.
The everlasting zero, a glimpse of a million.
The forever million, yet a ubiquitous presence.
Coronate the path of the
Gods, the
Elder. Coronate the path of the
Gods. Beware, stare towards the horizon new.
Sear, tear the sensation of distant propinquity
I am a remnant of the forever origin.
I am the soul of every phantom fallen.
I am rising as
I am falling, silent as calling. " The precise prelude of the catalysm". silent as calling.
Apocalyptic visions of the future fall.
The aberrant taste of the conceiving past.
As a slave of the next moment of presence.
The ones among the very few.
Restitution summons the sight.
Emancipation circles in presence.
Renunciation for a new era to enlighten.