The Funerary Dirge of a Violonist 歌词

歌曲	The Funerary Dirge of a Violonist
歌手	Carach Angren
专辑	Where The Corpses Sink Forever
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[00:18.410]	Listen!
[00:19.750]	Don't you hear
[00:21.590]	These mad symphonies of grievance and fear?
[00:27.290]	Melancholy and despair
[00:30.370]	Can be sensed when we draw near.
[00:33.530]	Some hear a violin sound
[00:34.900]	Others hear a man moaning in tears.
[00:52.070]	These fields are haunted by nature's most sombre melodies.
[00:58.910]	Suicidal white noise absorbing the essence
[01:02.300]	From light, mirth and vitality.
[01:07.660]	These grounds haunted by
[01:09.940]	Reflections from World War II…
[01:20.110]	Arise!
[01:21.240]	In 1941,'42 The identity of warfare on the East Front is lugubrious.
[01:29.000]	There's one soldier incapable of committing sin.
[01:33.890]	Kept alive by his comrades thanks to his heavenly gift,
[01:38.030]	With a violin
[01:56.080]	His brilliant music
[02:00.600]	So beautiful and pure...
[02:04.290]	Shining warmth upon every soldier.
[02:08.100]	It helps them to endure.
[02:30.600]	Breath-taking melodies
[02:32.870]	Consuming all hate sorrow and fear.
[02:37.030]	These magnificent tunes are like silk for their ears.
[02:42.560]	And for a moment their pain disappears.
[03:16.800]	But this moment will not last
[03:18.670]	When they are baffled by another blast.
[03:20.580]	The enemy is near.
[03:21.970]	Rain of bullets
[03:23.040]	Killing soldiers there and here.
[03:24.970]	And so the instrument of peace is being silenced by the one of war.
[04:00.170]	It plays the music of the dead music made of lead.
[04:38.280]	I've had enough of this sickening war and it's murderous puppets!“
[04:45.960]	They don't understand
[04:48.130]	The language of music cannot be spoken in death.
[04:53.520]	I never took a life!
[04:55.710]	Maybe now is the time to take mine.
[04:58.660]	In the name of music
[05:00.650]	Shall I cut my wrists or hang myself high by a violin string?
[05:06.400]	A symphonic suicide is what I shall bring!"
[05:16.010]	The enemy lies on the other side of the field.
[05:21.340]	He decides to walk straight into the fire fight,
[05:24.740]	Playing this dreamlike masterpiece.
[05:26.960]	Every soldier stops,
[05:29.290]	Holds his breath.
[05:30.830]	Not a single shot is being heard
[05:32.890]	During an intro for his own death.
[05:39.100]	For his own death
[06:07.110]	And when the violin bow is being lowered at the end
[06:11.140]	Both sides simultaneously open fire.
[06:17.590]	There's the corpse of the violinist lying in mud and barbed wire.
[06:35.190]	These fields are haunted by the funerary dirge of a violinist.
[06:46.540]	The funerary dirge of a violinist
[06:54.360]	Can't you hear his call of death?
[06:57.650]	Listen!
[06:59.220]	Don't you hear
[07:01.740]	These mad symphonies
[07:04.330]	Of grievance and fear?
[07:07.370]	Melancholy and despair
[07:10.250]	Can be sensed when we draw near.
[07:12.990]	Some hear a violin sound...
[07:15.010]	Other shear a man moaning in tears.

[00:18.410]	Listen!
[00:19.750]	Don' t you hear
[00:21.590]	These mad symphonies of grievance and fear?
[00:27.290]	Melancholy and despair
[00:30.370]	Can be sensed when we draw near.
[00:33.530]	Some hear a violin sound
[00:34.900]	Others hear a man moaning in tears.
[00:52.070]	These fields are haunted by nature' s most sombre melodies.
[00:58.910]	Suicidal white noise absorbing the essence
[01:02.300]	From light, mirth and vitality.
[01:07.660]	These grounds haunted by
[01:09.940]	Reflections from World War II
[01:20.110]	Arise!
[01:21.240]	In 1941,' 42 The identity of warfare on the East Front is lugubrious.
[01:29.000]	There' s one soldier incapable of committing sin.
[01:33.890]	Kept alive by his comrades thanks to his heavenly gift,
[01:38.030]	With a violin
[01:56.080]	His brilliant music
[02:00.600]	So beautiful and pure...
[02:04.290]	Shining warmth upon every soldier.
[02:08.100]	It helps them to endure.
[02:30.600]	Breathtaking melodies
[02:32.870]	Consuming all hate sorrow and fear.
[02:37.030]	These magnificent tunes are like silk for their ears.
[02:42.560]	And for a moment their pain disappears.
[03:16.800]	But this moment will not last
[03:18.670]	When they are baffled by another blast.
[03:20.580]	The enemy is near.
[03:21.970]	Rain of bullets
[03:23.040]	Killing soldiers there and here.
[03:24.970]	And so the instrument of peace is being silenced by the one of war.
[04:00.170]	It plays the music of the dead music made of lead.
[04:38.280]	I' ve had enough of this sickening war and it' s murderous puppets!"
[04:45.960]	They don' t understand
[04:48.130]	The language of music cannot be spoken in death.
[04:53.520]	I never took a life!
[04:55.710]	Maybe now is the time to take mine.
[04:58.660]	In the name of music
[05:00.650]	Shall I cut my wrists or hang myself high by a violin string?
[05:06.400]	A symphonic suicide is what I shall bring!"
[05:16.010]	The enemy lies on the other side of the field.
[05:21.340]	He decides to walk straight into the fire fight,
[05:24.740]	Playing this dreamlike masterpiece.
[05:26.960]	Every soldier stops,
[05:29.290]	Holds his breath.
[05:30.830]	Not a single shot is being heard
[05:32.890]	During an intro for his own death.
[05:39.100]	For his own death
[06:07.110]	And when the violin bow is being lowered at the end
[06:11.140]	Both sides simultaneously open fire.
[06:17.590]	There' s the corpse of the violinist lying in mud and barbed wire.
[06:35.190]	These fields are haunted by the funerary dirge of a violinist.
[06:46.540]	The funerary dirge of a violinist
[06:54.360]	Can' t you hear his call of death?
[06:57.650]	Listen!
[06:59.220]	Don' t you hear
[07:01.740]	These mad symphonies
[07:04.330]	Of grievance and fear?
[07:07.370]	Melancholy and despair
[07:10.250]	Can be sensed when we draw near.
[07:12.990]	Some hear a violin sound...
[07:15.010]	Other shear a man moaning in tears.

[00:18.410]	Listen!
[00:19.750]	Don' t you hear
[00:21.590]	These mad symphonies of grievance and fear?
[00:27.290]	Melancholy and despair
[00:30.370]	Can be sensed when we draw near.
[00:33.530]	Some hear a violin sound
[00:34.900]	Others hear a man moaning in tears.
[00:52.070]	These fields are haunted by nature' s most sombre melodies.
[00:58.910]	Suicidal white noise absorbing the essence
[01:02.300]	From light, mirth and vitality.
[01:07.660]	These grounds haunted by
[01:09.940]	Reflections from World War II
[01:20.110]	Arise!
[01:21.240]	In 1941,' 42 The identity of warfare on the East Front is lugubrious.
[01:29.000]	There' s one soldier incapable of committing sin.
[01:33.890]	Kept alive by his comrades thanks to his heavenly gift,
[01:38.030]	With a violin
[01:56.080]	His brilliant music
[02:00.600]	So beautiful and pure...
[02:04.290]	Shining warmth upon every soldier.
[02:08.100]	It helps them to endure.
[02:30.600]	Breathtaking melodies
[02:32.870]	Consuming all hate sorrow and fear.
[02:37.030]	These magnificent tunes are like silk for their ears.
[02:42.560]	And for a moment their pain disappears.
[03:16.800]	But this moment will not last
[03:18.670]	When they are baffled by another blast.
[03:20.580]	The enemy is near.
[03:21.970]	Rain of bullets
[03:23.040]	Killing soldiers there and here.
[03:24.970]	And so the instrument of peace is being silenced by the one of war.
[04:00.170]	It plays the music of the dead music made of lead.
[04:38.280]	I' ve had enough of this sickening war and it' s murderous puppets!"
[04:45.960]	They don' t understand
[04:48.130]	The language of music cannot be spoken in death.
[04:53.520]	I never took a life!
[04:55.710]	Maybe now is the time to take mine.
[04:58.660]	In the name of music
[05:00.650]	Shall I cut my wrists or hang myself high by a violin string?
[05:06.400]	A symphonic suicide is what I shall bring!"
[05:16.010]	The enemy lies on the other side of the field.
[05:21.340]	He decides to walk straight into the fire fight,
[05:24.740]	Playing this dreamlike masterpiece.
[05:26.960]	Every soldier stops,
[05:29.290]	Holds his breath.
[05:30.830]	Not a single shot is being heard
[05:32.890]	During an intro for his own death.
[05:39.100]	For his own death
[06:07.110]	And when the violin bow is being lowered at the end
[06:11.140]	Both sides simultaneously open fire.
[06:17.590]	There' s the corpse of the violinist lying in mud and barbed wire.
[06:35.190]	These fields are haunted by the funerary dirge of a violinist.
[06:46.540]	The funerary dirge of a violinist
[06:54.360]	Can' t you hear his call of death?
[06:57.650]	Listen!
[06:59.220]	Don' t you hear
[07:01.740]	These mad symphonies
[07:04.330]	Of grievance and fear?
[07:07.370]	Melancholy and despair
[07:10.250]	Can be sensed when we draw near.
[07:12.990]	Some hear a violin sound...
[07:15.010]	Other shear a man moaning in tears.

[00:18.410]	听！
[00:19.750]	你听不到这些
[00:21.590]	散发着怨恨与恐惧的疯狂交响曲吗？
[00:27.290]	循声而近
[00:30.370]	忧郁与绝望的气息扑面而来
[00:33.530]	有人听到小提琴的乐声
[00:34.900]	有人则听到浸满泪水的悲鸣
[00:52.070]	战场被自然界最阴郁的曲调萦绕
[00:58.910]	致命的白噪音榨取着
[01:02.300]	阳光、欢笑与生命力
[01:07.660]	二战的阴影
[01:09.940]	笼罩着这片土地
[01:20.110]	起来！
[01:21.240]	在1941，42年间东部前线的战争是如此惨烈
[01:29.000]	只有一位士兵双手从未沾染鲜血
[01:33.890]	战友们庇护着他，因他带来的美好礼物
[01:38.030]	一把小提琴
[01:56.080]	他绚烂的乐声
[02:00.600]	是如此优美纯洁
[02:04.290]	抚慰着每一位士兵
[02:08.100]	帮助他们熬过漫长的日子
[02:30.600]	这令人屏息的旋律
[02:32.870]	化解着所有仇恨，悲痛与恐惧
[02:37.030]	华美的音调犹如穿耳丝绸
[02:42.560]	此时，士兵们的疼痛皆烟消云散
[03:16.800]	但这美妙的时刻
[03:18.670]	很快被下一声爆炸打断了
[03:20.580]	敌人冲来
[03:21.970]	弹雨之下
[03:23.040]	士兵四处倒地
[03:24.970]	于是战争的工具抑制了这平和的乐器
[04:00.170]	它演奏晦暗的亡灵之乐
[04:38.280]	我已受够这病态的战争与屠杀机器！”
[04:45.960]	他们了解不了
[04:48.130]	音乐的语言无法被死神演绎
[04:53.520]	我双手清白！
[04:55.710]	而现在也许该染上自己的血了
[04:58.660]	我该以音乐之名
[05:00.650]	割腕或用琴弦自缢吗？
[05:06.400]	我带来的应是交响般宏大的毁灭！”
[05:16.010]	敌人匍伏在战场的那边
[05:21.340]	他迈开脚步往火线径直而去
[05:24.740]	边走边演奏着这如梦似幻的杰作
[05:26.960]	众人皆停火
[05:29.290]	屏住呼吸
[05:30.830]	没有任何枪声响起
[05:32.890]	在他自己的死亡前奏中
[05:39.100]	在他死亡前奏中
[06:07.110]	直至曲终，琴弓垂下
[06:11.140]	双方同时开火
[06:17.590]	他在泥泞和铁丝网里永远闭上双眼
[06:35.190]	小提琴手的葬礼挽歌在这片战场回荡不息
[06:46.540]	小提琴手的葬礼挽歌
[06:54.360]	你可听到他正呼唤死亡？
[06:57.650]	听！
[06:59.220]	你听不到
[07:01.740]	这些散发着怨恨和恐惧的
[07:04.330]	疯狂交响乐吗？
[07:07.370]	循声而近
[07:10.250]	忧郁与绝望的气息扑面而来
[07:12.990]	有人听到小提琴的乐声
[07:15.010]	有人则听到浸满泪水的悲鸣

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