歌曲 | La Grande Danse Macabre |
歌手 | Marduk |
专辑 | La Grande Danse Macabre |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Håkansson, Legion | |
This ghastly skeleton, bone bare on ghostly nag | |
Gallops through space | |
No spurs, no whips | |
And yet his steed pants towards apocalyps | |
Nostrils a-snort in epeleptic fit | |
Headlong they rush, athwart the infinite | |
With rash and trampling hoof | |
The cavalier, his flashing sword aflame | |
Glashes - now here, now there | |
Amongst the nameless slaughtered horde | |
Then goes inspecting like some manor-lord | |
The charnel ground, chill and unbound where | |
Under a bleak suns pallid leaden glare | |
Histories great sepulchered masses lie | |
From the ages near | |
And the ages long gone by | |
Death can on both black and white horses ride | |
Across the threshold of infinity he you guide | |
Death can step along smiling within the dance | |
And as a pawn in a game of chess you stand no chance | |
Death can also beat a drum | |
He drums hard and he drums soft | |
The time has come for you to leave the mortal croft | |
All your dreams he beats into dust | |
Die, die, die you must | |
I svangen latta i dansens ringar | |
I stigen yra i nojets lag | |
Och myrten blommar och lyran klingar | |
Men over troskeln stiger jag | |
Då stannar dansen | |
Då sankas ljuden | |
Då vissnar kransen | |
Då bleknar bruden |
zuo ci : H kansson, Legion | |
This ghastly skeleton, bone bare on ghostly nag | |
Gallops through space | |
No spurs, no whips | |
And yet his steed pants towards apocalyps | |
Nostrils asnort in epeleptic fit | |
Headlong they rush, athwart the infinite | |
With rash and trampling hoof | |
The cavalier, his flashing sword aflame | |
Glashes now here, now there | |
Amongst the nameless slaughtered horde | |
Then goes inspecting like some manorlord | |
The charnel ground, chill and unbound where | |
Under a bleak suns pallid leaden glare | |
Histories great sepulchered masses lie | |
From the ages near | |
And the ages long gone by | |
Death can on both black and white horses ride | |
Across the threshold of infinity he you guide | |
Death can step along smiling within the dance | |
And as a pawn in a game of chess you stand no chance | |
Death can also beat a drum | |
He drums hard and he drums soft | |
The time has come for you to leave the mortal croft | |
All your dreams he beats into dust | |
Die, die, die you must | |
I svangen latta i dansens ringar | |
I stigen yra i nojets lag | |
Och myrten blommar och lyran klingar | |
Men over troskeln stiger jag | |
D stannar dansen | |
D sankas ljuden | |
D vissnar kransen | |
D bleknar bruden |
zuò cí : H kansson, Legion | |
This ghastly skeleton, bone bare on ghostly nag | |
Gallops through space | |
No spurs, no whips | |
And yet his steed pants towards apocalyps | |
Nostrils asnort in epeleptic fit | |
Headlong they rush, athwart the infinite | |
With rash and trampling hoof | |
The cavalier, his flashing sword aflame | |
Glashes now here, now there | |
Amongst the nameless slaughtered horde | |
Then goes inspecting like some manorlord | |
The charnel ground, chill and unbound where | |
Under a bleak suns pallid leaden glare | |
Histories great sepulchered masses lie | |
From the ages near | |
And the ages long gone by | |
Death can on both black and white horses ride | |
Across the threshold of infinity he you guide | |
Death can step along smiling within the dance | |
And as a pawn in a game of chess you stand no chance | |
Death can also beat a drum | |
He drums hard and he drums soft | |
The time has come for you to leave the mortal croft | |
All your dreams he beats into dust | |
Die, die, die you must | |
I svangen latta i dansens ringar | |
I stigen yra i nojets lag | |
Och myrten blommar och lyran klingar | |
Men over troskeln stiger jag | |
D stannar dansen | |
D sankas ljuden | |
D vissnar kransen | |
D bleknar bruden |