Song | Improper Burial |
Artist | Conducting from the Grave |
Album | When Legends Become Dust |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gier | |
Forsaken in past passages. | |
Told through the eyes of legends. | |
The seed of the one who has been cast down and spawned within this last hope. | |
From this view you can see the ash clouds and smell the villagers' hair and skin melt away. | |
Follow the gravel road. | |
You can feel it grow within yourself. | |
Feel it spread, thickening. | |
Your clearest thought may betray you. | |
It's your death within a toll. | |
Clear the lands of this darkened shade. | |
Save yourself enriched in the clutched hands. | |
Its darling touch yes is very deceiving. | |
Beyond this village a stream to cleanse yourself. | |
But time, it clots your lifespan in every sacred second. | |
Time passes by. | |
Years have seemed not to correspond within their own interval. | |
Deteriorate fine young man. | |
Withered in death's time frame. | |
Capture the descent in departure. | |
You can feel it grow within yourself. | |
Feel it spread, thick |
zuo qu : Gier | |
Forsaken in past passages. | |
Told through the eyes of legends. | |
The seed of the one who has been cast down and spawned within this last hope. | |
From this view you can see the ash clouds and smell the villagers' hair and skin melt away. | |
Follow the gravel road. | |
You can feel it grow within yourself. | |
Feel it spread, thickening. | |
Your clearest thought may betray you. | |
It' s your death within a toll. | |
Clear the lands of this darkened shade. | |
Save yourself enriched in the clutched hands. | |
Its darling touch yes is very deceiving. | |
Beyond this village a stream to cleanse yourself. | |
But time, it clots your lifespan in every sacred second. | |
Time passes by. | |
Years have seemed not to correspond within their own interval. | |
Deteriorate fine young man. | |
Withered in death' s time frame. | |
Capture the descent in departure. | |
You can feel it grow within yourself. | |
Feel it spread, thick |
zuò qǔ : Gier | |
Forsaken in past passages. | |
Told through the eyes of legends. | |
The seed of the one who has been cast down and spawned within this last hope. | |
From this view you can see the ash clouds and smell the villagers' hair and skin melt away. | |
Follow the gravel road. | |
You can feel it grow within yourself. | |
Feel it spread, thickening. | |
Your clearest thought may betray you. | |
It' s your death within a toll. | |
Clear the lands of this darkened shade. | |
Save yourself enriched in the clutched hands. | |
Its darling touch yes is very deceiving. | |
Beyond this village a stream to cleanse yourself. | |
But time, it clots your lifespan in every sacred second. | |
Time passes by. | |
Years have seemed not to correspond within their own interval. | |
Deteriorate fine young man. | |
Withered in death' s time frame. | |
Capture the descent in departure. | |
You can feel it grow within yourself. | |
Feel it spread, thick |