Song | Under Azure Skies |
Artist | Anata |
Album | The Infernal Depths of Hatred |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Schälin | |
Blood boils under azure skies | |
A man astray, obsessed in his search | |
Exploring vast lands | |
Deserts of sand and stone | |
Now heading for the open sea | |
Where his dreams are at | |
And his mind is set free | |
The scornful sun burns, tears his skin | |
The salt breeze tears his open eyes | |
And the whirling sand will dry his throat | |
But the journey must go on | |
He found his call, he is now a slave | |
On the mission to find his soul | |
And eternity seems ever so deep | |
And with every wish | |
The distance seems to grow | |
And then at least | |
Somewhere by the horizon line | |
The ocean lies mighty, calm and wide | |
And just when all his strength was gone | |
And all his hope was lost | |
His will was strong | |
And all that remained but his torn limbs | |
Covered by dust | |
Reaching for the distant shore | |
He raises to his feet but falls | |
When his feet are sore | |
A painful effort like a grain of sand | |
Malicious god gives him hand | |
A hand that beats him to the ground | |
And the cry for help echoes | |
Without a sound | |
Out of reach are all the visions | |
About his mind set free | |
The sun laughs as he kneels | |
Before his destiny | |
When ages of burning energy | |
Flows through a peerless body | |
And you experience strength | |
Far beyond what you would never know | |
Is when you realize that what counts | |
In the end is the journey itself | |
So with a smile let your struggle in pain | |
Be crowned by death | |
An eternity in the moment | |
Is when silence screams with emptiness | |
And when I felt relief | |
Was when the tide washed away | |
The blood of my broken limbs |
zuo qu : Sch lin | |
Blood boils under azure skies | |
A man astray, obsessed in his search | |
Exploring vast lands | |
Deserts of sand and stone | |
Now heading for the open sea | |
Where his dreams are at | |
And his mind is set free | |
The scornful sun burns, tears his skin | |
The salt breeze tears his open eyes | |
And the whirling sand will dry his throat | |
But the journey must go on | |
He found his call, he is now a slave | |
On the mission to find his soul | |
And eternity seems ever so deep | |
And with every wish | |
The distance seems to grow | |
And then at least | |
Somewhere by the horizon line | |
The ocean lies mighty, calm and wide | |
And just when all his strength was gone | |
And all his hope was lost | |
His will was strong | |
And all that remained but his torn limbs | |
Covered by dust | |
Reaching for the distant shore | |
He raises to his feet but falls | |
When his feet are sore | |
A painful effort like a grain of sand | |
Malicious god gives him hand | |
A hand that beats him to the ground | |
And the cry for help echoes | |
Without a sound | |
Out of reach are all the visions | |
About his mind set free | |
The sun laughs as he kneels | |
Before his destiny | |
When ages of burning energy | |
Flows through a peerless body | |
And you experience strength | |
Far beyond what you would never know | |
Is when you realize that what counts | |
In the end is the journey itself | |
So with a smile let your struggle in pain | |
Be crowned by death | |
An eternity in the moment | |
Is when silence screams with emptiness | |
And when I felt relief | |
Was when the tide washed away | |
The blood of my broken limbs |
zuò qǔ : Sch lin | |
Blood boils under azure skies | |
A man astray, obsessed in his search | |
Exploring vast lands | |
Deserts of sand and stone | |
Now heading for the open sea | |
Where his dreams are at | |
And his mind is set free | |
The scornful sun burns, tears his skin | |
The salt breeze tears his open eyes | |
And the whirling sand will dry his throat | |
But the journey must go on | |
He found his call, he is now a slave | |
On the mission to find his soul | |
And eternity seems ever so deep | |
And with every wish | |
The distance seems to grow | |
And then at least | |
Somewhere by the horizon line | |
The ocean lies mighty, calm and wide | |
And just when all his strength was gone | |
And all his hope was lost | |
His will was strong | |
And all that remained but his torn limbs | |
Covered by dust | |
Reaching for the distant shore | |
He raises to his feet but falls | |
When his feet are sore | |
A painful effort like a grain of sand | |
Malicious god gives him hand | |
A hand that beats him to the ground | |
And the cry for help echoes | |
Without a sound | |
Out of reach are all the visions | |
About his mind set free | |
The sun laughs as he kneels | |
Before his destiny | |
When ages of burning energy | |
Flows through a peerless body | |
And you experience strength | |
Far beyond what you would never know | |
Is when you realize that what counts | |
In the end is the journey itself | |
So with a smile let your struggle in pain | |
Be crowned by death | |
An eternity in the moment | |
Is when silence screams with emptiness | |
And when I felt relief | |
Was when the tide washed away | |
The blood of my broken limbs |