Song | After Dark |
Artist | Agathodaimon |
Album | Blacken The Angel |
Alone with my shadows I've come | |
To sing the twilight's hymn every time | |
A new day dawns onto a place most desirable | |
Grateful disembodiment | |
..to pierce some holes into our horizon of perception | |
which new imaginations could penetrate thru... | |
Our dreams will shine like thunder | |
On a senseless rainy day | |
Wrapped in the dank breathing | |
Of both nature and man | |
The stars look all too near | |
The senses lie so far | |
But it's not the way we fear | |
It's more the thing we are | |
The stars look all too near | |
The seasons, oh, so dark | |
It's not the way we fear | |
It's more the way we are | |
Didn't pain prove life | |
With its reasons all hallowed | |
Didn't fight prove darkness | |
With its shadows eclipsed? | |
..und die Maschine der Welt kehrt zurück... | |
Auspressend den Lebenssaft aus meinen Knochen | |
Bin erneut Vergangenheit, ohne Herz, trist und kalt | |
Die tote Zeit legt ihren kalten Körper auf meine feuchte Haut | |
..und wird zur Ewigkeit... | |
Didn't pain prove life | |
With its reasons all hallowed | |
Didn't light prove darkness | |
With its shadows eclipsed | |
Alone with my shadow I'm gone | |
Still I hear the twilight's hymn everytime | |
Life continues its sculptures | |
Like poetry without rhyme! |
Alone with my shadows I' ve come | |
To sing the twilight' s hymn every time | |
A new day dawns onto a place most desirable | |
Grateful disembodiment | |
.. to pierce some holes into our horizon of perception | |
which new imaginations could penetrate thru... | |
Our dreams will shine like thunder | |
On a senseless rainy day | |
Wrapped in the dank breathing | |
Of both nature and man | |
The stars look all too near | |
The senses lie so far | |
But it' s not the way we fear | |
It' s more the thing we are | |
The stars look all too near | |
The seasons, oh, so dark | |
It' s not the way we fear | |
It' s more the way we are | |
Didn' t pain prove life | |
With its reasons all hallowed | |
Didn' t fight prove darkness | |
With its shadows eclipsed? | |
.. und die Maschine der Welt kehrt zurü ck... | |
Auspressend den Lebenssaft aus meinen Knochen | |
Bin erneut Vergangenheit, ohne Herz, trist und kalt | |
Die tote Zeit legt ihren kalten K rper auf meine feuchte Haut | |
.. und wird zur Ewigkeit... | |
Didn' t pain prove life | |
With its reasons all hallowed | |
Didn' t light prove darkness | |
With its shadows eclipsed | |
Alone with my shadow I' m gone | |
Still I hear the twilight' s hymn everytime | |
Life continues its sculptures | |
Like poetry without rhyme! |