Song | Hibernation Sickness Complete |
Artist | Arcturus |
Album | Sideshow Symphonies |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Arcturus, Hestæs, Sverd | |
Probing a voiceless void | |
Searching for a closure | |
Poisoned tentacles from the past | |
Are tumbling, fumbling, closer | |
Mood set | |
On full scale regret | |
Peaking an all-time low | |
Distorted patterns, | |
no sight with this lantern | |
But a bleak recollection | |
of something undone | |
A banished, vanished presence | |
of the unspeakable secretive kind | |
The uttermost shame is its essence | |
The septic transforms the shell-shocked and blind | |
A nightmare released | |
A terrible disease | |
Lurking behind a thin wall of sleep | |
The jail-bars of a stigmatized keep | |
Across the crumbling layers, | |
a tricky haze of control | |
Beyond matter | |
the untouchable scatter, | |
the cracks are beginning to show | |
Small gaps out of time | |
with riddles entwined | |
Looking over my shoulder | |
for some kind of cover | |
All I can find | |
to bring peace of mind | |
Is that this bloodstained route | |
Will carry the strangest of fruits | |
Not to turn away tainted | |
But look into the deep and weep | |
Hibernation Sickness Complete |
zuo ci : Arcturus, Hest s, Sverd | |
Probing a voiceless void | |
Searching for a closure | |
Poisoned tentacles from the past | |
Are tumbling, fumbling, closer | |
Mood set | |
On full scale regret | |
Peaking an alltime low | |
Distorted patterns, | |
no sight with this lantern | |
But a bleak recollection | |
of something undone | |
A banished, vanished presence | |
of the unspeakable secretive kind | |
The uttermost shame is its essence | |
The septic transforms the shellshocked and blind | |
A nightmare released | |
A terrible disease | |
Lurking behind a thin wall of sleep | |
The jailbars of a stigmatized keep | |
Across the crumbling layers, | |
a tricky haze of control | |
Beyond matter | |
the untouchable scatter, | |
the cracks are beginning to show | |
Small gaps out of time | |
with riddles entwined | |
Looking over my shoulder | |
for some kind of cover | |
All I can find | |
to bring peace of mind | |
Is that this bloodstained route | |
Will carry the strangest of fruits | |
Not to turn away tainted | |
But look into the deep and weep | |
Hibernation Sickness Complete |
zuò cí : Arcturus, Hest s, Sverd | |
Probing a voiceless void | |
Searching for a closure | |
Poisoned tentacles from the past | |
Are tumbling, fumbling, closer | |
Mood set | |
On full scale regret | |
Peaking an alltime low | |
Distorted patterns, | |
no sight with this lantern | |
But a bleak recollection | |
of something undone | |
A banished, vanished presence | |
of the unspeakable secretive kind | |
The uttermost shame is its essence | |
The septic transforms the shellshocked and blind | |
A nightmare released | |
A terrible disease | |
Lurking behind a thin wall of sleep | |
The jailbars of a stigmatized keep | |
Across the crumbling layers, | |
a tricky haze of control | |
Beyond matter | |
the untouchable scatter, | |
the cracks are beginning to show | |
Small gaps out of time | |
with riddles entwined | |
Looking over my shoulder | |
for some kind of cover | |
All I can find | |
to bring peace of mind | |
Is that this bloodstained route | |
Will carry the strangest of fruits | |
Not to turn away tainted | |
But look into the deep and weep | |
Hibernation Sickness Complete |