作曲 : Absu, Black Massith ... | |
As we journey over to the summit | |
We hear the echoes of dispossession | |
Who is to worry about our affliction | |
When my body departs from the shame | |
The wickedness my sinfullness | |
You may swell to the elysian fields | |
But the befall of Marduk will trace the literal thruth | |
The Utuk xul! Wine's Holy Fool! | |
Whereby to capture and atone the clouded soul | |
The weeping apparition looks for duration | |
Conjectures of being vulgar, then godless ways | |
Euphony sounds the sanctum bell | |
I will structure the ordained spell | |
Guide the mistress versus the throne | |
Here's the first seed of the inquisition | |
Black lake current sailed past the rushes | |
Dismal heights will melt the scarlet snow | |
I'll give my sorrow to the lady in white | |
'O' pale flower, you'll feel the vein in depth.' | |
The wanderers of the eroded | |
The gates of Ganzir! | |
The Magnum Opus | |
The Xenolith! | |
Monuments of a vanquished civilization | |
A cenotaph of theomorphic conjurations | |
Sempiternity of the ones of our underworld | |
Archetypal images awaits the declivity | |
Infinite and profane thrones | |
Absymal sighs of the damned | |
Feel the intention by depressing your own god. |
zuo qu : Absu, Black Massith ... | |
As we journey over to the summit | |
We hear the echoes of dispossession | |
Who is to worry about our affliction | |
When my body departs from the shame | |
The wickedness my sinfullness | |
You may swell to the elysian fields | |
But the befall of Marduk will trace the literal thruth | |
The Utuk xul! Wine' s Holy Fool! | |
Whereby to capture and atone the clouded soul | |
The weeping apparition looks for duration | |
Conjectures of being vulgar, then godless ways | |
Euphony sounds the sanctum bell | |
I will structure the ordained spell | |
Guide the mistress versus the throne | |
Here' s the first seed of the inquisition | |
Black lake current sailed past the rushes | |
Dismal heights will melt the scarlet snow | |
I' ll give my sorrow to the lady in white | |
' O' pale flower, you' ll feel the vein in depth.' | |
The wanderers of the eroded | |
The gates of Ganzir! | |
The Magnum Opus | |
The Xenolith! | |
Monuments of a vanquished civilization | |
A cenotaph of theomorphic conjurations | |
Sempiternity of the ones of our underworld | |
Archetypal images awaits the declivity | |
Infinite and profane thrones | |
Absymal sighs of the damned | |
Feel the intention by depressing your own god. |
zuò qǔ : Absu, Black Massith ... | |
As we journey over to the summit | |
We hear the echoes of dispossession | |
Who is to worry about our affliction | |
When my body departs from the shame | |
The wickedness my sinfullness | |
You may swell to the elysian fields | |
But the befall of Marduk will trace the literal thruth | |
The Utuk xul! Wine' s Holy Fool! | |
Whereby to capture and atone the clouded soul | |
The weeping apparition looks for duration | |
Conjectures of being vulgar, then godless ways | |
Euphony sounds the sanctum bell | |
I will structure the ordained spell | |
Guide the mistress versus the throne | |
Here' s the first seed of the inquisition | |
Black lake current sailed past the rushes | |
Dismal heights will melt the scarlet snow | |
I' ll give my sorrow to the lady in white | |
' O' pale flower, you' ll feel the vein in depth.' | |
The wanderers of the eroded | |
The gates of Ganzir! | |
The Magnum Opus | |
The Xenolith! | |
Monuments of a vanquished civilization | |
A cenotaph of theomorphic conjurations | |
Sempiternity of the ones of our underworld | |
Archetypal images awaits the declivity | |
Infinite and profane thrones | |
Absymal sighs of the damned | |
Feel the intention by depressing your own god. |