The Frantic Pace of Dying Lyrics

	作词 : Cryptopsy, Levasseur ...
	They are living candles
	And we will watch them burn
	Their frantic pace of dying
	Is so hard to maintain
	Into the arms of solace you go
	(we sing the screams of men)
	"make a joyful noise unto the lord"
	Scream and scream again
	Age or beauty – which to burn?
	There's always room for one less
	Suffering is the master from whom we learn
	Keep this secret and be blessed
	In these, the last days before revelation
	As existence is futile and failure is not an option
	They bleed for love of the body
	And they die for the body
	Now, only silence remains...
	A sylvan silence
	The sick
	The dying
	The dead
	The rotting
	The damned...
	...the burning
	Their lives, as such are but a trifle
	Their sacrifices, much like compost
	Will help to nourish the seeds of the future
	This august body cannot cease to grow
	"Arbeit macht frei"
	Until you die
	Welcome to permanent downtime
	They are all living candles
	And we will watch them burn out
	All these small deaths
	Of mind, of body
	Rest is for the weak

	zuo ci : Cryptopsy, Levasseur ...
	They are living candles
	And we will watch them burn
	Their frantic pace of dying
	Is so hard to maintain
	Into the arms of solace you go
	we sing the screams of men
	" make a joyful noise unto the lord"
	Scream and scream again
	Age or beauty which to burn?
	There' s always room for one less
	Suffering is the master from whom we learn
	Keep this secret and be blessed
	In these, the last days before revelation
	As existence is futile and failure is not an option
	They bleed for love of the body
	And they die for the body
	Now, only silence remains...
	A sylvan silence
	The sick
	The dying
	The dead
	The rotting
	The damned...
	... the burning
	Their lives, as such are but a trifle
	Their sacrifices, much like compost
	Will help to nourish the seeds of the future
	This august body cannot cease to grow
	" Arbeit macht frei"
	Until you die
	Welcome to permanent downtime
	They are all living candles
	And we will watch them burn out
	All these small deaths
	Of mind, of body
	Rest is for the weak

	zuò cí : Cryptopsy, Levasseur ...
	They are living candles
	And we will watch them burn
	Their frantic pace of dying
	Is so hard to maintain
	Into the arms of solace you go
	we sing the screams of men
	" make a joyful noise unto the lord"
	Scream and scream again
	Age or beauty which to burn?
	There' s always room for one less
	Suffering is the master from whom we learn
	Keep this secret and be blessed
	In these, the last days before revelation
	As existence is futile and failure is not an option
	They bleed for love of the body
	And they die for the body
	Now, only silence remains...
	A sylvan silence
	The sick
	The dying
	The dead
	The rotting
	The damned...
	... the burning
	Their lives, as such are but a trifle
	Their sacrifices, much like compost
	Will help to nourish the seeds of the future
	This august body cannot cease to grow
	" Arbeit macht frei"
	Until you die
	Welcome to permanent downtime
	They are all living candles
	And we will watch them burn out
	All these small deaths
	Of mind, of body
	Rest is for the weak

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