Song | Graven Idol |
Artist | Primordial |
Album | Journey's End |
作曲 : Averill, Primordial | |
Her scent comes to me | |
As the night breathes | |
Her countenance grave | |
A waxed pallor, that lays every tomb open to the sky | |
So she sees and ever watches | |
The stars revolve and dance for her | |
A velvet dream of crimson revolt | |
The rites of all... deliver her kiss to me | |
I ascend... erotic misery | |
We are blood to the bloodless | |
We are honour to the honourless and | |
We, We are gods to the godless | |
Gods to the | |
Godless, Honour to the honourless, | |
Blood to the bloodless. | |
The cruel day; it hurts my eyes... for it is night | |
I ever long for | |
If sorrows sweet gifts have offered me thus | |
I am all that has been and cannot refuse | |
As her smile has ushered in the night | |
So many countless times before | |
I hear a foot on the stair... | |
I turn and she is there. | |
With all the gifts of the grave to offer me | |
How can I refuse | |
A graven idol such as thee |
zuò qǔ : Averill, Primordial | |
Her scent comes to me | |
As the night breathes | |
Her countenance grave | |
A waxed pallor, that lays every tomb open to the sky | |
So she sees and ever watches | |
The stars revolve and dance for her | |
A velvet dream of crimson revolt | |
The rites of all... deliver her kiss to me | |
I ascend... erotic misery | |
We are blood to the bloodless | |
We are honour to the honourless and | |
We, We are gods to the godless | |
Gods to the | |
Godless, Honour to the honourless, | |
Blood to the bloodless. | |
The cruel day it hurts my eyes... for it is night | |
I ever long for | |
If sorrows sweet gifts have offered me thus | |
I am all that has been and cannot refuse | |
As her smile has ushered in the night | |
So many countless times before | |
I hear a foot on the stair... | |
I turn and she is there. | |
With all the gifts of the grave to offer me | |
How can I refuse | |
A graven idol such as thee |