歌曲 | Castrum Doloris |
歌手 | Marduk |
专辑 | World Funeral |
[00:00.42] | Perceive how our shadow and |
[00:02.67] | movitz mon frere |
[00:04.79] | |
[00:05.91] | Within a darkness en closes |
[00:07.97] | How gold and purple in the shovel there |
[00:16.02] | |
[00:17.33] | To gravel and rags disposes |
[00:20.58] | |
[00:23.07] | From his torment river charon waves |
[00:27.07] | |
[00:28.31] | And three times thereafter |
[00:30.50] | the digger of graves |
[00:33.18] | |
[00:34.37] | Ended it all this your last groan |
[00:39.05] | |
[00:39.98] | Therefore movitz come do what I grave |
[00:44.48] | |
[00:45.79] | Help raise our sisters? tombstone |
[00:50.03] | |
[00:51.47] | Oh that wistful and forgotten place |
[00:55.77] | |
[00:56.90] | Under the branches that hushes |
[01:00.76] | |
[01:02.45] | Where time and death one hideous face |
[01:05.44] | Unites into ashes |
[01:07.31] | |
[01:09.25] | You who never once by envy was struck |
[01:14.12] | Although your time came |
[01:17.80] | |
[01:21.85] | when you ran out of luck |
[01:23.97] | |
[01:25.35] | Amongst the graves always narrows |
[01:29.97] | |
[01:30.90] | Enemy there armed with face carved in rock |
[01:35.40] | |
[01:36.71] | Gently breaking ones arrows |
[01:40.01] | |
[01:42.20] | The little Bell tolling the grand Bells |
[01:46.56] | Groan |
[01:47.13] | |
[01:47.94] | Cantor with flowers in the gate |
[01:52.12] | |
[01:53.74] | And with the Bellowing prayer like |
[01:57.67] | Tone |
[01:58.36] | |
[01:59.23] | Hallows those who met their fate |
[02:03.85] | |
[02:04.91] | Path that leads up to this grand yard |
[02:08.72] | Of tombs |
[02:09.53] | |
[02:10.46] | Tramples on roses fading yellowing |
[02:14.52] | Bloom |
[02:15.14] | |
[02:16.27] | Moulding hoardings and biers |
[02:19.89] | |
[02:21.88] | Until this long black clad row of doom |
[02:26.62] | |
[02:27.62] | Deeply bows down in tears |
[02:32.24] | |
[02:33.36] | Past on to rest fistfight and ball |
[02:37.67] | |
[02:38.86] | Gone is the love of your life |
[02:42.29] | |
[02:44.60] | At where the grass yet don't grow at all |
[02:49.22] | |
[02:50.15] | You look back at your buried wife |
[02:55.02] | |
[02:55.89] | She from wine and liquor parted today |
[03:00.39] | |
[03:01.45] | And with her all the joy that kept death away |
[03:05.94] | |
[03:07.12] | Bottle who will now command thee? |
[03:11.74] | |
[03:13.05] | Thirsty was she now have |
[03:16.42] | become deaths prey |
[03:17.48] | |
[03:18.61] | We are all thirsty as can be. |
[00:00.42] | Perceive how our shadow and |
[00:02.67] | movitz mon frere |
[00:04.79] | |
[00:05.91] | Within a darkness en closes |
[00:07.97] | How gold and purple in the shovel there |
[00:16.02] | |
[00:17.33] | To gravel and rags disposes |
[00:20.58] | |
[00:23.07] | From his torment river charon waves |
[00:27.07] | |
[00:28.31] | And three times thereafter |
[00:30.50] | the digger of graves |
[00:33.18] | |
[00:34.37] | Ended it all this your last groan |
[00:39.05] | |
[00:39.98] | Therefore movitz come do what I grave |
[00:44.48] | |
[00:45.79] | Help raise our sisters? tombstone |
[00:50.03] | |
[00:51.47] | Oh that wistful and forgotten place |
[00:55.77] | |
[00:56.90] | Under the branches that hushes |
[01:00.76] | |
[01:02.45] | Where time and death one hideous face |
[01:05.44] | Unites into ashes |
[01:07.31] | |
[01:09.25] | You who never once by envy was struck |
[01:14.12] | Although your time came |
[01:17.80] | |
[01:21.85] | when you ran out of luck |
[01:23.97] | |
[01:25.35] | Amongst the graves always narrows |
[01:29.97] | |
[01:30.90] | Enemy there armed with face carved in rock |
[01:35.40] | |
[01:36.71] | Gently breaking ones arrows |
[01:40.01] | |
[01:42.20] | The little Bell tolling the grand Bells |
[01:46.56] | Groan |
[01:47.13] | |
[01:47.94] | Cantor with flowers in the gate |
[01:52.12] | |
[01:53.74] | And with the Bellowing prayer like |
[01:57.67] | Tone |
[01:58.36] | |
[01:59.23] | Hallows those who met their fate |
[02:03.85] | |
[02:04.91] | Path that leads up to this grand yard |
[02:08.72] | Of tombs |
[02:09.53] | |
[02:10.46] | Tramples on roses fading yellowing |
[02:14.52] | Bloom |
[02:15.14] | |
[02:16.27] | Moulding hoardings and biers |
[02:19.89] | |
[02:21.88] | Until this long black clad row of doom |
[02:26.62] | |
[02:27.62] | Deeply bows down in tears |
[02:32.24] | |
[02:33.36] | Past on to rest fistfight and ball |
[02:37.67] | |
[02:38.86] | Gone is the love of your life |
[02:42.29] | |
[02:44.60] | At where the grass yet don t grow at all |
[02:49.22] | |
[02:50.15] | You look back at your buried wife |
[02:55.02] | |
[02:55.89] | She from wine and liquor parted today |
[03:00.39] | |
[03:01.45] | And with her all the joy that kept death away |
[03:05.94] | |
[03:07.12] | Bottle who will now command thee? |
[03:11.74] | |
[03:13.05] | Thirsty was she now have |
[03:16.42] | become deaths prey |
[03:17.48] | |
[03:18.61] | We are all thirsty as can be. |