Song | ...And I Lust |
Artist | Anathema |
Album | Serenades [1993] |
作词 : Anathema | |
Stately columns standing in solemn rows | |
Such empty honours are suitable for those | |
Whose death erases all renown and fame | |
And vanquishes their glory with their name | |
Wandering aimlessly through dead filled fields | |
Rewards are just, who knows what absence yields? | |
By the golden beauty of dusk and the sun low in our sky | |
By the haunting shadows of trees and graves, mesmerized am | |
I. Searching deep inside trying to reach my dreams | |
I see a face stare back at me... oh, so serene. | |
By the golden beauty of dusk and the sun low in our sky | |
By the haunting shadows of trees and graves, mesmerized am | |
I. Those whispering shades... sad, silent glades | |
But not for those whose superior worth | |
After death extols them to the earth | |
I would even venture to assume | |
That one need not build for them a tomb | |
By human art, since glory heaven sent | |
Serves them as a living monument | |
Pain is a far away land, | |
Misery, a lifetime's journey... ...and | |
I lust for death (judgement). |
zuò cí : Anathema | |
Stately columns standing in solemn rows | |
Such empty honours are suitable for those | |
Whose death erases all renown and fame | |
And vanquishes their glory with their name | |
Wandering aimlessly through dead filled fields | |
Rewards are just, who knows what absence yields? | |
By the golden beauty of dusk and the sun low in our sky | |
By the haunting shadows of trees and graves, mesmerized am | |
I. Searching deep inside trying to reach my dreams | |
I see a face stare back at me... oh, so serene. | |
By the golden beauty of dusk and the sun low in our sky | |
By the haunting shadows of trees and graves, mesmerized am | |
I. Those whispering shades... sad, silent glades | |
But not for those whose superior worth | |
After death extols them to the earth | |
I would even venture to assume | |
That one need not build for them a tomb | |
By human art, since glory heaven sent | |
Serves them as a living monument | |
Pain is a far away land, | |
Misery, a lifetime' s journey... ... and | |
I lust for death judgement. |