Song | Ad Noctum |
Artist | Borknagar |
Album | For The Elements |
作词 : Brun, Vortex | |
Swept in a distant dream, I am bound | |
As a cunning waver trapped in it's line | |
Facing the cold, stuck in the mould | |
The magma here under makes fire seems cold | |
And I've been down below | |
And I've been high above | |
From flaring field of fiery formations | |
The sub dimensions aflame | |
Like a havoc in black when the force turns back | |
The surface tears open spills blood from it's cracks | |
The cause of the essence sharpen the lines of dimensions | |
I am raised by the fields, by the highlands | |
The minded mountains of old | |
Where the river starts roaring I roam | |
Where the wind comes moaning I wander alone | |
AD NOCTUM | |
The course of the essence sharpen the lines | |
Of the dimensions I am trembling between | |
The inner cause of the utter cause | |
Reflections of the core | |
The furious nightmare of reckless erosion | |
Falling and climbing | |
A loop of convulsion | |
An eruption of evil takes form (it is I) | |
What once where shattered is gathered | |
Stand tall aim towards the night | |
AD NOCTUM | |
The course of the essence sharpen the lines | |
Of the dimensions I am trembling between | |
The inner cause of the utter cause | |
Reflections within the core | |
Fire burn wisdom in me | |
Wisdom set mind and spirit free | |
Moonlight show me the mysteries of life | |
Winternight give me clearsight and storms to fight |
zuò cí : Brun, Vortex | |
Swept in a distant dream, I am bound | |
As a cunning waver trapped in it' s line | |
Facing the cold, stuck in the mould | |
The magma here under makes fire seems cold | |
And I' ve been down below | |
And I' ve been high above | |
From flaring field of fiery formations | |
The sub dimensions aflame | |
Like a havoc in black when the force turns back | |
The surface tears open spills blood from it' s cracks | |
The cause of the essence sharpen the lines of dimensions | |
I am raised by the fields, by the highlands | |
The minded mountains of old | |
Where the river starts roaring I roam | |
Where the wind comes moaning I wander alone | |
AD NOCTUM | |
The course of the essence sharpen the lines | |
Of the dimensions I am trembling between | |
The inner cause of the utter cause | |
Reflections of the core | |
The furious nightmare of reckless erosion | |
Falling and climbing | |
A loop of convulsion | |
An eruption of evil takes form it is I | |
What once where shattered is gathered | |
Stand tall aim towards the night | |
AD NOCTUM | |
The course of the essence sharpen the lines | |
Of the dimensions I am trembling between | |
The inner cause of the utter cause | |
Reflections within the core | |
Fire burn wisdom in me | |
Wisdom set mind and spirit free | |
Moonlight show me the mysteries of life | |
Winternight give me clearsight and storms to fight |