Mythistory 歌词

歌曲	Mythistory
歌手	Sabbat
专辑	Dreamweaver
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作曲 : Jones, Sneap, Walkyier
	I'm standing at the
	crossroads of my life -
	nothing to lose.
	Each path leads to oblivion,
	whichever one I choose.
	Rising from the ashes of my plight
	I traverse filaments of light,
	that permeate my ethereal form -
	on omnipotent threads I'm born.
	Unto a place where I can find
	a balm to ease my troubled mind,
	that I may glimpse things
	yet unseen,
	a world not grey -
	but evergreen...
	And can you blame me -
	is it such a crime,
	to crave for one small piece
	of heaven that I can call mine?
	For years I have waded
	through bland mediocrity,
	watched my hopes sink
	in a mire of negation.
	Yet why pay the cost for a
	paradise lost when here is
	an Eden of natures creation?
	Sisters of servitude-
	fearful and fair,
	Who herald good fortune
	and mete out despair.
	Take pity upon me and
	give back my soul,
	so that I who am 'empty'
	may once more be 'whole'.
	SPIRIT VOICES:
	"Mortal be silent -
	take heed as we speak,
	not lightly will we return
	that which you seek.
	True wisdom walks hand in
	hand with adversity,
	knowledge exists on the
	brink of uncertainty."
	The moment that I saw her face
	my lust I could not hide.
	She knew me as no other -
	viewed me through a lovers eyes.
	A vision of sensual delight
	pervades my senses -
	and ignites new feeling
	that I can't define,
	desire for this succubus sublime.
	Sister, mother, virgin, whore -
	she is all these and yet still more
	that I could hope to understand,
	she takes my heart -
	I take her hand ...
	And can you blame me -
	is it such a crime,
	to crave for one small piece
	of heaven that I can call mine?
	All my life I have yearned -
	how my spirit has burned,
	to taste the fruits
	that my tonsure forbade.
	Yet here was a beauty so pure
	she could truly outshine any
	star that the Lord God has made.
	Sisters of servitude-
	fearful and fair,
	Who herald good fortune
	and mete out despair.
	Take pity upon me and
	give back my soul,
	so that I who am 'empty'
	may once more be 'whole'.
	THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL:
	"Brand look no further -
	for that which was lost can
	be found in me if your
	distrust becomes troth.
	I will bestow you with
	riches untold,
	for I am your 'harvest-home' -
	I am your soul.
	Come walk with me through
	the vale of eternity,
	for you must know ere you go -
	I go with thee.
	Corn is the gold that
	will shine in the Summertime,
	leaves are the emeralds
	you find in the Spring.
	At Autumn they turn and
	as copper they burn,
	then fall like the diamonds
	that bleak Winter brings.
	>From the beginning when hour -
	frost and flame collided -
	the birth of the world
	to proclaim,
	your lives have been guided -
	decided by fate,
	unaltered by chamges that
	you try to make.
	The world nkeeps on turning -
	men still live and die,
	though many have questions
	so few even try,
	searchfor the answers
	that you have found here -
	unaware of the threads in
	the web that is wyrd."
	Drowning in the waves which carry me
	'cross oceans of tranquility,
	lulled by the eddies of my mind -
	washed up like flotsam on the
	tides of time.
	I've no desire to return
	from whence I came I came
	now I have learned,
	within us all resides
	a dream of days not grey -
	but evergreen...
	And can you blame me -
	is it such a crime,
	to crave for one small piece
	of Heaven that I can call mine?
	For years I have waded
	through bland mediocrity,
	watched my hopes sink
	in a mire of negation.
	Yet why pay the cost for a
	paradise lost when here is
	an Eden of natures creation?
	- * -
	All that is left of those
	times are my memories,
	days long since past into
	realms of antiquity.
	Tales round the fireside
	from old men who reminisce,
	speak of lost youth and
	the age of 'Mythistory'.
	Many a cold Winters night
	she has come to me -
	easing my sorrows and
	soothing my fears,
	in the dreams of this old man
	a soft voice still comforts me,
	made young once more by
	the words that I hear.
	"Come walk with me through
	the vale of eternity,
	for you must know ere you go
	I go with thee ...
	I go with thee."

	zuo qu : Jones, Sneap, Walkyier
	I' m standing at the
	crossroads of my life
	nothing to lose.
	Each path leads to oblivion,
	whichever one I choose.
	Rising from the ashes of my plight
	I traverse filaments of light,
	that permeate my ethereal form
	on omnipotent threads I' m born.
	Unto a place where I can find
	a balm to ease my troubled mind,
	that I may glimpse things
	yet unseen,
	a world not grey
	but evergreen...
	And can you blame me
	is it such a crime,
	to crave for one small piece
	of heaven that I can call mine?
	For years I have waded
	through bland mediocrity,
	watched my hopes sink
	in a mire of negation.
	Yet why pay the cost for a
	paradise lost when here is
	an Eden of natures creation?
	Sisters of servitude
	fearful and fair,
	Who herald good fortune
	and mete out despair.
	Take pity upon me and
	give back my soul,
	so that I who am ' empty'
	may once more be ' whole'.
	SPIRIT VOICES:
	" Mortal be silent
	take heed as we speak,
	not lightly will we return
	that which you seek.
	True wisdom walks hand in
	hand with adversity,
	knowledge exists on the
	brink of uncertainty."
	The moment that I saw her face
	my lust I could not hide.
	She knew me as no other
	viewed me through a lovers eyes.
	A vision of sensual delight
	pervades my senses
	and ignites new feeling
	that I can' t define,
	desire for this succubus sublime.
	Sister, mother, virgin, whore
	she is all these and yet still more
	that I could hope to understand,
	she takes my heart
	I take her hand ...
	And can you blame me
	is it such a crime,
	to crave for one small piece
	of heaven that I can call mine?
	All my life I have yearned
	how my spirit has burned,
	to taste the fruits
	that my tonsure forbade.
	Yet here was a beauty so pure
	she could truly outshine any
	star that the Lord God has made.
	Sisters of servitude
	fearful and fair,
	Who herald good fortune
	and mete out despair.
	Take pity upon me and
	give back my soul,
	so that I who am ' empty'
	may once more be ' whole'.
	THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL:
	" Brand look no further
	for that which was lost can
	be found in me if your
	distrust becomes troth.
	I will bestow you with
	riches untold,
	for I am your ' harvesthome'
	I am your soul.
	Come walk with me through
	the vale of eternity,
	for you must know ere you go
	I go with thee.
	Corn is the gold that
	will shine in the Summertime,
	leaves are the emeralds
	you find in the Spring.
	At Autumn they turn and
	as copper they burn,
	then fall like the diamonds
	that bleak Winter brings.
	From the beginning when hour
	frost and flame collided
	the birth of the world
	to proclaim,
	your lives have been guided
	decided by fate,
	unaltered by chamges that
	you try to make.
	The world nkeeps on turning
	men still live and die,
	though many have questions
	so few even try,
	searchfor the answers
	that you have found here
	unaware of the threads in
	the web that is wyrd."
	Drowning in the waves which carry me
	' cross oceans of tranquility,
	lulled by the eddies of my mind
	washed up like flotsam on the
	tides of time.
	I' ve no desire to return
	from whence I came I came
	now I have learned,
	within us all resides
	a dream of days not grey
	but evergreen...
	And can you blame me
	is it such a crime,
	to crave for one small piece
	of Heaven that I can call mine?
	For years I have waded
	through bland mediocrity,
	watched my hopes sink
	in a mire of negation.
	Yet why pay the cost for a
	paradise lost when here is
	an Eden of natures creation?

	All that is left of those
	times are my memories,
	days long since past into
	realms of antiquity.
	Tales round the fireside
	from old men who reminisce,
	speak of lost youth and
	the age of ' Mythistory'.
	Many a cold Winters night
	she has come to me
	easing my sorrows and
	soothing my fears,
	in the dreams of this old man
	a soft voice still comforts me,
	made young once more by
	the words that I hear.
	" Come walk with me through
	the vale of eternity,
	for you must know ere you go
	I go with thee ...
	I go with thee."

	zuò qǔ : Jones, Sneap, Walkyier
	I' m standing at the
	crossroads of my life
	nothing to lose.
	Each path leads to oblivion,
	whichever one I choose.
	Rising from the ashes of my plight
	I traverse filaments of light,
	that permeate my ethereal form
	on omnipotent threads I' m born.
	Unto a place where I can find
	a balm to ease my troubled mind,
	that I may glimpse things
	yet unseen,
	a world not grey
	but evergreen...
	And can you blame me
	is it such a crime,
	to crave for one small piece
	of heaven that I can call mine?
	For years I have waded
	through bland mediocrity,
	watched my hopes sink
	in a mire of negation.
	Yet why pay the cost for a
	paradise lost when here is
	an Eden of natures creation?
	Sisters of servitude
	fearful and fair,
	Who herald good fortune
	and mete out despair.
	Take pity upon me and
	give back my soul,
	so that I who am ' empty'
	may once more be ' whole'.
	SPIRIT VOICES:
	" Mortal be silent
	take heed as we speak,
	not lightly will we return
	that which you seek.
	True wisdom walks hand in
	hand with adversity,
	knowledge exists on the
	brink of uncertainty."
	The moment that I saw her face
	my lust I could not hide.
	She knew me as no other
	viewed me through a lovers eyes.
	A vision of sensual delight
	pervades my senses
	and ignites new feeling
	that I can' t define,
	desire for this succubus sublime.
	Sister, mother, virgin, whore
	she is all these and yet still more
	that I could hope to understand,
	she takes my heart
	I take her hand ...
	And can you blame me
	is it such a crime,
	to crave for one small piece
	of heaven that I can call mine?
	All my life I have yearned
	how my spirit has burned,
	to taste the fruits
	that my tonsure forbade.
	Yet here was a beauty so pure
	she could truly outshine any
	star that the Lord God has made.
	Sisters of servitude
	fearful and fair,
	Who herald good fortune
	and mete out despair.
	Take pity upon me and
	give back my soul,
	so that I who am ' empty'
	may once more be ' whole'.
	THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL:
	" Brand look no further
	for that which was lost can
	be found in me if your
	distrust becomes troth.
	I will bestow you with
	riches untold,
	for I am your ' harvesthome'
	I am your soul.
	Come walk with me through
	the vale of eternity,
	for you must know ere you go
	I go with thee.
	Corn is the gold that
	will shine in the Summertime,
	leaves are the emeralds
	you find in the Spring.
	At Autumn they turn and
	as copper they burn,
	then fall like the diamonds
	that bleak Winter brings.
	From the beginning when hour
	frost and flame collided
	the birth of the world
	to proclaim,
	your lives have been guided
	decided by fate,
	unaltered by chamges that
	you try to make.
	The world nkeeps on turning
	men still live and die,
	though many have questions
	so few even try,
	searchfor the answers
	that you have found here
	unaware of the threads in
	the web that is wyrd."
	Drowning in the waves which carry me
	' cross oceans of tranquility,
	lulled by the eddies of my mind
	washed up like flotsam on the
	tides of time.
	I' ve no desire to return
	from whence I came I came
	now I have learned,
	within us all resides
	a dream of days not grey
	but evergreen...
	And can you blame me
	is it such a crime,
	to crave for one small piece
	of Heaven that I can call mine?
	For years I have waded
	through bland mediocrity,
	watched my hopes sink
	in a mire of negation.
	Yet why pay the cost for a
	paradise lost when here is
	an Eden of natures creation?

	All that is left of those
	times are my memories,
	days long since past into
	realms of antiquity.
	Tales round the fireside
	from old men who reminisce,
	speak of lost youth and
	the age of ' Mythistory'.
	Many a cold Winters night
	she has come to me
	easing my sorrows and
	soothing my fears,
	in the dreams of this old man
	a soft voice still comforts me,
	made young once more by
	the words that I hear.
	" Come walk with me through
	the vale of eternity,
	for you must know ere you go
	I go with thee ...
	I go with thee."

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