作曲 : Crionics, Waran | |
"A paradox... Natural development | |
And the desire to be a better life-form | |
Combined with the overpowering need | |
To feel feeble | |
To equal their own, imaginary gods | |
Before which they kneel every day with humility | |
With hope in their hearts that their blind devotion | |
Will be rewarded" | |
Mankind has longed to be abased for ages... | |
Burdened with a feeling of infeority | |
Is it faith and fear that give meaning to your lives? | |
Your power which at the same time is your curse? | |
Is being human governed by the will to be a puppet | |
And expecting the unexpected? | |
We therefore give you new gods | |
To nurture your sense of dependence | |
We give you the manna -- fear | |
Food for the hungry souls | |
For which you only find meaning | |
Whining and begging in prayer | |
We give you X'no-D'aah, the new pantheon | |
We watch as the new gods, created | |
To man's likeness from flesh and blood | |
Send into oblivion those, whom until now | |
They bad served |
zuo qu : Crionics, Waran | |
" A paradox... Natural development | |
And the desire to be a better lifeform | |
Combined with the overpowering need | |
To feel feeble | |
To equal their own, imaginary gods | |
Before which they kneel every day with humility | |
With hope in their hearts that their blind devotion | |
Will be rewarded" | |
Mankind has longed to be abased for ages... | |
Burdened with a feeling of infeority | |
Is it faith and fear that give meaning to your lives? | |
Your power which at the same time is your curse? | |
Is being human governed by the will to be a puppet | |
And expecting the unexpected? | |
We therefore give you new gods | |
To nurture your sense of dependence | |
We give you the manna fear | |
Food for the hungry souls | |
For which you only find meaning | |
Whining and begging in prayer | |
We give you X' noD' aah, the new pantheon | |
We watch as the new gods, created | |
To man' s likeness from flesh and blood | |
Send into oblivion those, whom until now | |
They bad served |
zuò qǔ : Crionics, Waran | |
" A paradox... Natural development | |
And the desire to be a better lifeform | |
Combined with the overpowering need | |
To feel feeble | |
To equal their own, imaginary gods | |
Before which they kneel every day with humility | |
With hope in their hearts that their blind devotion | |
Will be rewarded" | |
Mankind has longed to be abased for ages... | |
Burdened with a feeling of infeority | |
Is it faith and fear that give meaning to your lives? | |
Your power which at the same time is your curse? | |
Is being human governed by the will to be a puppet | |
And expecting the unexpected? | |
We therefore give you new gods | |
To nurture your sense of dependence | |
We give you the manna fear | |
Food for the hungry souls | |
For which you only find meaning | |
Whining and begging in prayer | |
We give you X' noD' aah, the new pantheon | |
We watch as the new gods, created | |
To man' s likeness from flesh and blood | |
Send into oblivion those, whom until now | |
They bad served |