Song | No One by My Side |
Artist | Mirrorthrone |
Album | Gangrene |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Vladimir | |
Now arrived at the dusk of my aeonic existence | |
But yet, too short | |
My hands are bound in my back with a thorny rope | |
And yet, so tight | |
Raising my prophetic gaze one last time | |
The only things I meet are blight | |
And contempt, vomited by all those mouths | |
United by the dogmatic boundaries of so-called human decency | |
Unanimously condemned by a mislead humanity | |
And yet, too quickly | |
For daring to bother the established with cosmic words | |
And yet, so true | |
Thus destined to such vile death | |
A revengeful spectacle for the shocked memory | |
I look at the fire burning higher and higher around me | |
Already suffocated by the smoke's hypnotic breath | |
I suddenly feel a freezing warmth | |
Like boiling acid rolling on my body | |
From my feet to my chest | |
The flames are devouring me | |
Vile mass exalting christlike fantasies | |
I will not wash your sins | |
For of all the scourges your sick mind creates, my body i s free | |
As it has ever been and will always be | |
The pseudo heroic act of self-castration | |
Reanimated their old morbid satisfaction | |
Again, repeating time and abandon | |
They missed their target and reached perversion. | |
Deafened by the morbid pulse | |
Roaring in their ears and spreading its curse | |
All their mouths were sinisterly open | |
For their blaming how to straighten | |
No sacrifice hidden behind this murder | |
You deserve nothing but a contemptuous laughter | |
Your cause is senseless, so is my agony | |
Staining your hands forever with blood of perfidy | |
Forget all your neurotic constructions | |
And face the source of your dissatisfaction | |
One last time | |
One last time... | |
Or have all my attempts always been vain | |
Disregarded, lost under disdain? | |
Could all my scars and wasted blood | |
Only be remembered by the silent mud? | |
Sucked away from each infected memory | |
Vanishing under each gaze, inexorably? | |
During this everlasting agony | |
A smile distorted my cracked lips | |
One last time | |
For even though my time had gone | |
Somewhere a seed had been sown | |
One last time my thoughts wandered free | |
Beholding future hatching potentialities | |
I hate you world | |
I wasn't made for you... | |
Alas... |
zuo qu : Vladimir | |
Now arrived at the dusk of my aeonic existence | |
But yet, too short | |
My hands are bound in my back with a thorny rope | |
And yet, so tight | |
Raising my prophetic gaze one last time | |
The only things I meet are blight | |
And contempt, vomited by all those mouths | |
United by the dogmatic boundaries of socalled human decency | |
Unanimously condemned by a mislead humanity | |
And yet, too quickly | |
For daring to bother the established with cosmic words | |
And yet, so true | |
Thus destined to such vile death | |
A revengeful spectacle for the shocked memory | |
I look at the fire burning higher and higher around me | |
Already suffocated by the smoke' s hypnotic breath | |
I suddenly feel a freezing warmth | |
Like boiling acid rolling on my body | |
From my feet to my chest | |
The flames are devouring me | |
Vile mass exalting christlike fantasies | |
I will not wash your sins | |
For of all the scourges your sick mind creates, my body i s free | |
As it has ever been and will always be | |
The pseudo heroic act of selfcastration | |
Reanimated their old morbid satisfaction | |
Again, repeating time and abandon | |
They missed their target and reached perversion. | |
Deafened by the morbid pulse | |
Roaring in their ears and spreading its curse | |
All their mouths were sinisterly open | |
For their blaming how to straighten | |
No sacrifice hidden behind this murder | |
You deserve nothing but a contemptuous laughter | |
Your cause is senseless, so is my agony | |
Staining your hands forever with blood of perfidy | |
Forget all your neurotic constructions | |
And face the source of your dissatisfaction | |
One last time | |
One last time... | |
Or have all my attempts always been vain | |
Disregarded, lost under disdain? | |
Could all my scars and wasted blood | |
Only be remembered by the silent mud? | |
Sucked away from each infected memory | |
Vanishing under each gaze, inexorably? | |
During this everlasting agony | |
A smile distorted my cracked lips | |
One last time | |
For even though my time had gone | |
Somewhere a seed had been sown | |
One last time my thoughts wandered free | |
Beholding future hatching potentialities | |
I hate you world | |
I wasn' t made for you... | |
Alas... |
zuò qǔ : Vladimir | |
Now arrived at the dusk of my aeonic existence | |
But yet, too short | |
My hands are bound in my back with a thorny rope | |
And yet, so tight | |
Raising my prophetic gaze one last time | |
The only things I meet are blight | |
And contempt, vomited by all those mouths | |
United by the dogmatic boundaries of socalled human decency | |
Unanimously condemned by a mislead humanity | |
And yet, too quickly | |
For daring to bother the established with cosmic words | |
And yet, so true | |
Thus destined to such vile death | |
A revengeful spectacle for the shocked memory | |
I look at the fire burning higher and higher around me | |
Already suffocated by the smoke' s hypnotic breath | |
I suddenly feel a freezing warmth | |
Like boiling acid rolling on my body | |
From my feet to my chest | |
The flames are devouring me | |
Vile mass exalting christlike fantasies | |
I will not wash your sins | |
For of all the scourges your sick mind creates, my body i s free | |
As it has ever been and will always be | |
The pseudo heroic act of selfcastration | |
Reanimated their old morbid satisfaction | |
Again, repeating time and abandon | |
They missed their target and reached perversion. | |
Deafened by the morbid pulse | |
Roaring in their ears and spreading its curse | |
All their mouths were sinisterly open | |
For their blaming how to straighten | |
No sacrifice hidden behind this murder | |
You deserve nothing but a contemptuous laughter | |
Your cause is senseless, so is my agony | |
Staining your hands forever with blood of perfidy | |
Forget all your neurotic constructions | |
And face the source of your dissatisfaction | |
One last time | |
One last time... | |
Or have all my attempts always been vain | |
Disregarded, lost under disdain? | |
Could all my scars and wasted blood | |
Only be remembered by the silent mud? | |
Sucked away from each infected memory | |
Vanishing under each gaze, inexorably? | |
During this everlasting agony | |
A smile distorted my cracked lips | |
One last time | |
For even though my time had gone | |
Somewhere a seed had been sown | |
One last time my thoughts wandered free | |
Beholding future hatching potentialities | |
I hate you world | |
I wasn' t made for you... | |
Alas... |