歌曲 | Suicide Commando |
歌手 | Limbonic Art |
专辑 | The Ultimate Death Worship |
作曲 : Limbonic Art | |
In the shadows of the world's ambitions | |
I see life and death, in an enormous collision | |
Light destroys, what dark creates | |
Forever floating, the dark rivers of the heart. | |
Lifeless drifting, in an orbital decay. | |
A vicious circle of extinction | |
The soul reaches the state oblivion | |
In blackness of sorrow, the sin is immortal. | |
The diamond of the heart, is pure nocturnal. | |
In the deep pitch black halls of darkness. | |
The cruel high-council of evil, demands self destruction. | |
All the aspects of love, must be undone. | |
Only then one can feel, the emptiness, | |
As the cold heart reaches beyond. | |
Tyrant in soul and flesh, pain is the unholy mistress. | |
Rites in earthly death, for darkness you confess. | |
Follow the voices of the night, in endless sleep you'll hide from light. | |
Dark was the day you were born, even darker on that eve you were torn. | |
(From life) | |
Die in martyrium, for darkness endless mysterium. | |
Die in silent spasms of screaming. | |
Life is infected by no meaning. |
zuò qǔ : Limbonic Art | |
In the shadows of the world' s ambitions | |
I see life and death, in an enormous collision | |
Light destroys, what dark creates | |
Forever floating, the dark rivers of the heart. | |
Lifeless drifting, in an orbital decay. | |
A vicious circle of extinction | |
The soul reaches the state oblivion | |
In blackness of sorrow, the sin is immortal. | |
The diamond of the heart, is pure nocturnal. | |
In the deep pitch black halls of darkness. | |
The cruel highcouncil of evil, demands self destruction. | |
All the aspects of love, must be undone. | |
Only then one can feel, the emptiness, | |
As the cold heart reaches beyond. | |
Tyrant in soul and flesh, pain is the unholy mistress. | |
Rites in earthly death, for darkness you confess. | |
Follow the voices of the night, in endless sleep you' ll hide from light. | |
Dark was the day you were born, even darker on that eve you were torn. | |
From life | |
Die in martyrium, for darkness endless mysterium. | |
Die in silent spasms of screaming. | |
Life is infected by no meaning. |