Song | Still Moving Sinews |
Artist | Dark Tranquillity |
Album | The Mind's I |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Johansson, Stanne, Sundin | |
No one survives such an attack | |
And we all stood like monuments | |
Baring the nails in her back | |
Still moving sinews | |
In a graceful impression of life | |
Shyly the arms, shyly the breasts | |
Fold, fear, die | |
Ten fingers driven through the heart | |
Through the core | |
As I stare into those strange | |
Magnetic eyes and wonder(For you, me) | |
Are there demons there? | |
I knew it all the time | |
The misanthropes were right | |
To crucify themselves | |
In the need of a savior | |
Still moving sinews struggle fearsome | |
With a lifeline forlorn | |
Caught in the nest | |
Of the impending dark fate | |
Semi worlds, life tight lodges | |
Where faces stiffen | |
Plagued with the frost of disease | |
Our capsules barely meet | |
The worms of disorder | |
Like living black numbers | |
That drip from her permanent skin | |
Joined in sweet fury to await the decay | |
Fragile and reddened in life lost array |
zuo ci : Johansson, Stanne, Sundin | |
No one survives such an attack | |
And we all stood like monuments | |
Baring the nails in her back | |
Still moving sinews | |
In a graceful impression of life | |
Shyly the arms, shyly the breasts | |
Fold, fear, die | |
Ten fingers driven through the heart | |
Through the core | |
As I stare into those strange | |
Magnetic eyes and wonder For you, me | |
Are there demons there? | |
I knew it all the time | |
The misanthropes were right | |
To crucify themselves | |
In the need of a savior | |
Still moving sinews struggle fearsome | |
With a lifeline forlorn | |
Caught in the nest | |
Of the impending dark fate | |
Semi worlds, life tight lodges | |
Where faces stiffen | |
Plagued with the frost of disease | |
Our capsules barely meet | |
The worms of disorder | |
Like living black numbers | |
That drip from her permanent skin | |
Joined in sweet fury to await the decay | |
Fragile and reddened in life lost array |
zuò cí : Johansson, Stanne, Sundin | |
No one survives such an attack | |
And we all stood like monuments | |
Baring the nails in her back | |
Still moving sinews | |
In a graceful impression of life | |
Shyly the arms, shyly the breasts | |
Fold, fear, die | |
Ten fingers driven through the heart | |
Through the core | |
As I stare into those strange | |
Magnetic eyes and wonder For you, me | |
Are there demons there? | |
I knew it all the time | |
The misanthropes were right | |
To crucify themselves | |
In the need of a savior | |
Still moving sinews struggle fearsome | |
With a lifeline forlorn | |
Caught in the nest | |
Of the impending dark fate | |
Semi worlds, life tight lodges | |
Where faces stiffen | |
Plagued with the frost of disease | |
Our capsules barely meet | |
The worms of disorder | |
Like living black numbers | |
That drip from her permanent skin | |
Joined in sweet fury to await the decay | |
Fragile and reddened in life lost array |