Song | Back Into The Shadows |
Artist | Agathodaimon |
Album | Higher Art of Rebellion |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Agathodaimon, Dracul | |
In the night of my final sacrifice | |
I sent my soul | |
Into the vast and fathomless unknown to find a word | |
A word, that indicates the beyond. | |
It came back later and spoke: "I am myself heaven and hell!" | |
Sculptured in time as another chapter of life | |
Sharp are the thorns of the roses, which lay dank upon me | |
For too long | |
I knew that | |
I had to arrive | |
Yet destination isn't as linear as humanity | |
Touch the feeling - touch the soul | |
Touch the morning dew and see the glamour | |
In my stark eyes reflecting | |
The icon of a setting in a serene summer | |
So many flowers give away to mystery and loneliness | |
Their subtle perfume and their indifference | |
So much jewelry's forgotten in the soil, in darkness | |
But who dares to tread the silent meadows | |
That lie beyond the mirror of one's self? | |
Who dares to reach the phantoms of one's heart? | |
To behold the murderer of life and art? | |
And what is death? | |
What gives birth? | |
What sells good or has no worth, | |
When everything you feel is cold? | |
Why am I? | |
Who's this hand? | |
Whose decisions | |
I can't comprehend... | |
But isn't history foretold? | |
There's a tide... in the affairs of men | |
Which, taken of it's flood, leads on to fortune | |
But all the voyage of their life | |
Is bound in shallows and miseries... | |
But if you desire to see the light... | |
As it truly is, clear and bright | |
You must move - back into the shadows |
zuo qu : Agathodaimon, Dracul | |
In the night of my final sacrifice | |
I sent my soul | |
Into the vast and fathomless unknown to find a word | |
A word, that indicates the beyond. | |
It came back later and spoke: " I am myself heaven and hell!" | |
Sculptured in time as another chapter of life | |
Sharp are the thorns of the roses, which lay dank upon me | |
For too long | |
I knew that | |
I had to arrive | |
Yet destination isn' t as linear as humanity | |
Touch the feeling touch the soul | |
Touch the morning dew and see the glamour | |
In my stark eyes reflecting | |
The icon of a setting in a serene summer | |
So many flowers give away to mystery and loneliness | |
Their subtle perfume and their indifference | |
So much jewelry' s forgotten in the soil, in darkness | |
But who dares to tread the silent meadows | |
That lie beyond the mirror of one' s self? | |
Who dares to reach the phantoms of one' s heart? | |
To behold the murderer of life and art? | |
And what is death? | |
What gives birth? | |
What sells good or has no worth, | |
When everything you feel is cold? | |
Why am I? | |
Who' s this hand? | |
Whose decisions | |
I can' t comprehend... | |
But isn' t history foretold? | |
There' s a tide... in the affairs of men | |
Which, taken of it' s flood, leads on to fortune | |
But all the voyage of their life | |
Is bound in shallows and miseries... | |
But if you desire to see the light... | |
As it truly is, clear and bright | |
You must move back into the shadows |
zuò qǔ : Agathodaimon, Dracul | |
In the night of my final sacrifice | |
I sent my soul | |
Into the vast and fathomless unknown to find a word | |
A word, that indicates the beyond. | |
It came back later and spoke: " I am myself heaven and hell!" | |
Sculptured in time as another chapter of life | |
Sharp are the thorns of the roses, which lay dank upon me | |
For too long | |
I knew that | |
I had to arrive | |
Yet destination isn' t as linear as humanity | |
Touch the feeling touch the soul | |
Touch the morning dew and see the glamour | |
In my stark eyes reflecting | |
The icon of a setting in a serene summer | |
So many flowers give away to mystery and loneliness | |
Their subtle perfume and their indifference | |
So much jewelry' s forgotten in the soil, in darkness | |
But who dares to tread the silent meadows | |
That lie beyond the mirror of one' s self? | |
Who dares to reach the phantoms of one' s heart? | |
To behold the murderer of life and art? | |
And what is death? | |
What gives birth? | |
What sells good or has no worth, | |
When everything you feel is cold? | |
Why am I? | |
Who' s this hand? | |
Whose decisions | |
I can' t comprehend... | |
But isn' t history foretold? | |
There' s a tide... in the affairs of men | |
Which, taken of it' s flood, leads on to fortune | |
But all the voyage of their life | |
Is bound in shallows and miseries... | |
But if you desire to see the light... | |
As it truly is, clear and bright | |
You must move back into the shadows |