Song | The Shining Was a Portent of Gloom |
Artist | Carach Angren |
Album | Death Came Through A Phantom Ship |
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[00:32.31] | A black shape sits on deck in a red glistening puddle |
[00:37.29] | Sobbing and shaking, curled up in a huddle. |
[00:41.8] | The shape of a man amidst silence and slaughter, |
[00:46.33] | Clothes torn and drenched in blood and salt water. |
[01:17.85] | "Hist fortune to dust, his fortune to dust!“ |
[01:22.81] | His triumph in vain, his triump in vain!“ |
[01:28.41] | Riches to ashes! His tears lost in rain!”“ |
[01:40.75] | A ship made of mist like quicksilver thread. |
[01:45.14] | This skeleton vessel sings songs for the dead. |
[01:51.11] | To take a deep breath and set his mind back in motion, |
[01:56.41] | He stumbles upright and fumbles to the prow. |
[02:04.96] | His eyes now closed to hear his dead ocean, |
[02:09.51] | He feel the world has altered somehow. |
[02:15.61] | Deafening silence, the ocean seems gone. |
[02:20.62] | Hardly a whisper nor notes of wind song. |
[03:53.53] | "Hist fortune to dust, his fortune to dust!“ |
[03:58.39] | His triumph in vain, his triump in vain!“ |
[04:04.14] | Riches to ashes! His tears lost in rain!”“ |
[04:16.48] | In a final attempt to end this bitter roam, |
[04:20.84] | He looks at the stars with their comforting glare. |
[04:27.15] | But the lights above that once guided him home, |
[04:32.41] | Scattered and shattered, are no longer there. |
[04:39.77] | Now dawning upon him loke rays of the sun, |
[04:45.82] | His state and his fate cannot undone. |
[04:51.61] | The captain now trapped on this skeleton vessel, |
[04:56.34] | Adrift on the voide in a black floating castle. |
[05:12.86] | Chained to a twilight and bound to his boat. |
[05:16.93] | Swearing his vengeance on the other afloat. |
[05:22.44] | Light at the end that have the world in their grip. |
[05:26.44] | He shall have his conquest |
[05:28.98] | As death came through a phantom ship! |
[00:32.31] | A black shape sits on deck in a red glistening puddle |
[00:37.29] | Sobbing and shaking, curled up in a huddle. |
[00:41.8] | The shape of a man amidst silence and slaughter, |
[00:46.33] | Clothes torn and drenched in blood and salt water. |
[01:17.85] | " Hist fortune to dust, his fortune to dust!" |
[01:22.81] | His triumph in vain, his triump in vain!" |
[01:28.41] | Riches to ashes! His tears lost in rain!"" |
[01:40.75] | A ship made of mist like quicksilver thread. |
[01:45.14] | This skeleton vessel sings songs for the dead. |
[01:51.11] | To take a deep breath and set his mind back in motion, |
[01:56.41] | He stumbles upright and fumbles to the prow. |
[02:04.96] | His eyes now closed to hear his dead ocean, |
[02:09.51] | He feel the world has altered somehow. |
[02:15.61] | Deafening silence, the ocean seems gone. |
[02:20.62] | Hardly a whisper nor notes of wind song. |
[03:53.53] | " Hist fortune to dust, his fortune to dust!" |
[03:58.39] | His triumph in vain, his triump in vain!" |
[04:04.14] | Riches to ashes! His tears lost in rain!"" |
[04:16.48] | In a final attempt to end this bitter roam, |
[04:20.84] | He looks at the stars with their comforting glare. |
[04:27.15] | But the lights above that once guided him home, |
[04:32.41] | Scattered and shattered, are no longer there. |
[04:39.77] | Now dawning upon him loke rays of the sun, |
[04:45.82] | His state and his fate cannot undone. |
[04:51.61] | The captain now trapped on this skeleton vessel, |
[04:56.34] | Adrift on the voide in a black floating castle. |
[05:12.86] | Chained to a twilight and bound to his boat. |
[05:16.93] | Swearing his vengeance on the other afloat. |
[05:22.44] | Light at the end that have the world in their grip. |
[05:26.44] | He shall have his conquest |
[05:28.98] | As death came through a phantom ship! |
[00:32.31] | A black shape sits on deck in a red glistening puddle |
[00:37.29] | Sobbing and shaking, curled up in a huddle. |
[00:41.8] | The shape of a man amidst silence and slaughter, |
[00:46.33] | Clothes torn and drenched in blood and salt water. |
[01:17.85] | " Hist fortune to dust, his fortune to dust!" |
[01:22.81] | His triumph in vain, his triump in vain!" |
[01:28.41] | Riches to ashes! His tears lost in rain!"" |
[01:40.75] | A ship made of mist like quicksilver thread. |
[01:45.14] | This skeleton vessel sings songs for the dead. |
[01:51.11] | To take a deep breath and set his mind back in motion, |
[01:56.41] | He stumbles upright and fumbles to the prow. |
[02:04.96] | His eyes now closed to hear his dead ocean, |
[02:09.51] | He feel the world has altered somehow. |
[02:15.61] | Deafening silence, the ocean seems gone. |
[02:20.62] | Hardly a whisper nor notes of wind song. |
[03:53.53] | " Hist fortune to dust, his fortune to dust!" |
[03:58.39] | His triumph in vain, his triump in vain!" |
[04:04.14] | Riches to ashes! His tears lost in rain!"" |
[04:16.48] | In a final attempt to end this bitter roam, |
[04:20.84] | He looks at the stars with their comforting glare. |
[04:27.15] | But the lights above that once guided him home, |
[04:32.41] | Scattered and shattered, are no longer there. |
[04:39.77] | Now dawning upon him loke rays of the sun, |
[04:45.82] | His state and his fate cannot undone. |
[04:51.61] | The captain now trapped on this skeleton vessel, |
[04:56.34] | Adrift on the voide in a black floating castle. |
[05:12.86] | Chained to a twilight and bound to his boat. |
[05:16.93] | Swearing his vengeance on the other afloat. |
[05:22.44] | Light at the end that have the world in their grip. |
[05:26.44] | He shall have his conquest |
[05:28.98] | As death came through a phantom ship! |