Song | To Lay Like Old Ashes |
Artist | Austere |
Album | To Lay Like Old Ashes |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Austere | |
作词 : Austere | |
A longing sense... | |
To fulfil my days of empty slumber. | |
The remnants of life, | |
Like ashes, scattered across the ground. | |
It all seems worthless... | |
From the window pane, | |
I gaze upon the autumn tress. | |
Raining leaves and gnarling mists, | |
Like my very essence, grey... | |
Travelling through nothingness. | |
My life is fucking empty. | |
To exist in fragile light... | |
Silence... | |
Cold... | |
Alone... | |
Death, with no redemption, | |
We're all heading towards the end. | |
It is with us, from the dawn, | |
The dawn of our miserable lives. | |
We all live in a delusion, | |
As life holds nothing but death... |
zuo qu : Austere | |
zuo ci : Austere | |
A longing sense... | |
To fulfil my days of empty slumber. | |
The remnants of life, | |
Like ashes, scattered across the ground. | |
It all seems worthless... | |
From the window pane, | |
I gaze upon the autumn tress. | |
Raining leaves and gnarling mists, | |
Like my very essence, grey... | |
Travelling through nothingness. | |
My life is fucking empty. | |
To exist in fragile light... | |
Silence... | |
Cold... | |
Alone... | |
Death, with no redemption, | |
We' re all heading towards the end. | |
It is with us, from the dawn, | |
The dawn of our miserable lives. | |
We all live in a delusion, | |
As life holds nothing but death... |
zuò qǔ : Austere | |
zuò cí : Austere | |
A longing sense... | |
To fulfil my days of empty slumber. | |
The remnants of life, | |
Like ashes, scattered across the ground. | |
It all seems worthless... | |
From the window pane, | |
I gaze upon the autumn tress. | |
Raining leaves and gnarling mists, | |
Like my very essence, grey... | |
Travelling through nothingness. | |
My life is fucking empty. | |
To exist in fragile light... | |
Silence... | |
Cold... | |
Alone... | |
Death, with no redemption, | |
We' re all heading towards the end. | |
It is with us, from the dawn, | |
The dawn of our miserable lives. | |
We all live in a delusion, | |
As life holds nothing but death... |