Song | The One Who Smite |
Artist | Aura Noir |
Album | Black Thrash Attack |
作曲 : Aggressor, Aldrahn ... | |
I am the phantom you please to see | |
Oh, my precious. | |
Come sleep with me | |
I occurred beside the magic pawn | |
Omnious, is this fading dawn | |
I am the scenary, the one who smite | |
I was always meant to avoid this light | |
Wisely, I naturally avoided the lash | |
And escaped what now is layed in ash | |
You starvers you have seen | |
Nevermore will you look upon the preen | |
Illusionary palace, glory in a curl | |
Wretched faces of a dead world... | |
They, the dust, have now gone. | |
For the lord of them will be the one that broke their wings, and kissed their horns | |
Enslaved, and carrying the burden of the thorns. | |
Beyond this millenium, and milleniums more... | |
The moving figures my undressed lust | |
Their tempting eyes with their silver dust | |
Mine to behold like the flap of my soul | |
Dead skin prison. | |
Dead... Stiff... | |
Cold... |
zuò qǔ : Aggressor, Aldrahn ... | |
I am the phantom you please to see | |
Oh, my precious. | |
Come sleep with me | |
I occurred beside the magic pawn | |
Omnious, is this fading dawn | |
I am the scenary, the one who smite | |
I was always meant to avoid this light | |
Wisely, I naturally avoided the lash | |
And escaped what now is layed in ash | |
You starvers you have seen | |
Nevermore will you look upon the preen | |
Illusionary palace, glory in a curl | |
Wretched faces of a dead world... | |
They, the dust, have now gone. | |
For the lord of them will be the one that broke their wings, and kissed their horns | |
Enslaved, and carrying the burden of the thorns. | |
Beyond this millenium, and milleniums more... | |
The moving figures my undressed lust | |
Their tempting eyes with their silver dust | |
Mine to behold like the flap of my soul | |
Dead skin prison. | |
Dead... Stiff... | |
Cold... |