Song | The 11th Commandment |
Artist | Bethlehem |
Album | Dark Metal [Bonus Tracks] |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bartsch, Matton | |
(music by bartsch/matton - january 93) | |
(poems by bartsch - december 92) | |
When the dark lord told me to live | |
I felt the raised lust of possession | |
afterwards the death yell of an impaled nine-eye | |
gotten through my dutiful ears | |
i had to think of all the lost creatures | |
which strived of their existence | |
in the streaming of my black blood | |
nocturnal shadows, which glorified | |
the resurrection like trumpets | |
offered me the right way into hopelessness | |
enlighten my path into inaccessible licence | |
but though a blessed aspiration after mercy | |
fled from the eternal solitude | |
and discovered the deliverance | |
with the beauty of a rotten insect. |
zuo qu : Bartsch, Matton | |
music by bartsch matton january 93 | |
poems by bartsch december 92 | |
When the dark lord told me to live | |
I felt the raised lust of possession | |
afterwards the death yell of an impaled nineeye | |
gotten through my dutiful ears | |
i had to think of all the lost creatures | |
which strived of their existence | |
in the streaming of my black blood | |
nocturnal shadows, which glorified | |
the resurrection like trumpets | |
offered me the right way into hopelessness | |
enlighten my path into inaccessible licence | |
but though a blessed aspiration after mercy | |
fled from the eternal solitude | |
and discovered the deliverance | |
with the beauty of a rotten insect. |
zuò qǔ : Bartsch, Matton | |
music by bartsch matton january 93 | |
poems by bartsch december 92 | |
When the dark lord told me to live | |
I felt the raised lust of possession | |
afterwards the death yell of an impaled nineeye | |
gotten through my dutiful ears | |
i had to think of all the lost creatures | |
which strived of their existence | |
in the streaming of my black blood | |
nocturnal shadows, which glorified | |
the resurrection like trumpets | |
offered me the right way into hopelessness | |
enlighten my path into inaccessible licence | |
but though a blessed aspiration after mercy | |
fled from the eternal solitude | |
and discovered the deliverance | |
with the beauty of a rotten insect. |