歌曲 | The promised future aeons |
歌手 | Dimmu Borgir |
专辑 | Spiritual Black Dimensions |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Dimmu Borgir, Nagash | |
Erotic and dreamlike, still in its mortal disguise | |
A passionate ritual in the ruined garden theater | |
The painted angels, shadowed high above | |
Once they gathered to worship at the picture of me | |
Like a whisper where there are no words | |
Appears the perplexed, the statue of might | |
In the cradle of the next generation | |
A spiraling ruin, lost in the gathering dust | |
The faces, you saw in the withering garden | |
I witnessed the flickering, made to look like stone | |
Quivering like little figures, lost in broken flames | |
Never to forget again the names carved in horrid flesh | |
Those words drawn in water become our legacy of fantasies | |
Burn the pictures | |
So unexpected in this strange deserted place | |
Once opened, its secrets would become the world | |
Its attributes would continue to unfold forever | |
Through the fabric of the promised future aeons | |
I offer this suffering of mu unwanted father | |
And the stars did wander, separated in the forbidden universe |
zuo ci : Dimmu Borgir, Nagash | |
Erotic and dreamlike, still in its mortal disguise | |
A passionate ritual in the ruined garden theater | |
The painted angels, shadowed high above | |
Once they gathered to worship at the picture of me | |
Like a whisper where there are no words | |
Appears the perplexed, the statue of might | |
In the cradle of the next generation | |
A spiraling ruin, lost in the gathering dust | |
The faces, you saw in the withering garden | |
I witnessed the flickering, made to look like stone | |
Quivering like little figures, lost in broken flames | |
Never to forget again the names carved in horrid flesh | |
Those words drawn in water become our legacy of fantasies | |
Burn the pictures | |
So unexpected in this strange deserted place | |
Once opened, its secrets would become the world | |
Its attributes would continue to unfold forever | |
Through the fabric of the promised future aeons | |
I offer this suffering of mu unwanted father | |
And the stars did wander, separated in the forbidden universe |
zuò cí : Dimmu Borgir, Nagash | |
Erotic and dreamlike, still in its mortal disguise | |
A passionate ritual in the ruined garden theater | |
The painted angels, shadowed high above | |
Once they gathered to worship at the picture of me | |
Like a whisper where there are no words | |
Appears the perplexed, the statue of might | |
In the cradle of the next generation | |
A spiraling ruin, lost in the gathering dust | |
The faces, you saw in the withering garden | |
I witnessed the flickering, made to look like stone | |
Quivering like little figures, lost in broken flames | |
Never to forget again the names carved in horrid flesh | |
Those words drawn in water become our legacy of fantasies | |
Burn the pictures | |
So unexpected in this strange deserted place | |
Once opened, its secrets would become the world | |
Its attributes would continue to unfold forever | |
Through the fabric of the promised future aeons | |
I offer this suffering of mu unwanted father | |
And the stars did wander, separated in the forbidden universe |