Song | Terminus (where Death Is Most Alive) |
Artist | Dark Tranquillity |
Album | Fiction |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Henriksson, Stanne, Sundin | |
This is a ghost town | |
Alive with the echoes of failures fled | |
Lit up by shining faces | |
That parade these streets | |
What used to be | |
Of humility is gone | |
You walk the mounds | |
Of skull and bones | |
Where living is denied | |
I see more movement in decomposition | |
Than in those hollow eyes | |
It is the only place I know | |
Where death is most alive | |
It is when truth is turned to lie | |
That death is most alive | |
Set flame to the ensnarers | |
And pierce that ornate shield | |
Branded by what claims you | |
You wear the mark of death | |
Tear from loss and agony | |
A character defined | |
Stripped of all but tragedy | |
What life is left to find | |
Go now, until there's nothing left | |
Go now, the dying has begun | |
It is the only place I know | |
Where death is most alive | |
It is when truth is turned to lie | |
That death is most alive | |
So I flee from all that is me | |
To hide behind this pale dead face | |
Whatever happened to desire, want and need | |
Whatever happened to integrity | |
Imagination is a curse in all of this | |
Whatever happened to the ones left behind | |
This is a ghost town | |
Bodies dragged through endless streets | |
Go now, to never return | |
I've seen more pitiful humiliation | |
Than you could never hide | |
It is the only place I know | |
Where death is most alive | |
It is when truth is turned to lie | |
That death is most alive |
zuo ci : Henriksson, Stanne, Sundin | |
This is a ghost town | |
Alive with the echoes of failures fled | |
Lit up by shining faces | |
That parade these streets | |
What used to be | |
Of humility is gone | |
You walk the mounds | |
Of skull and bones | |
Where living is denied | |
I see more movement in decomposition | |
Than in those hollow eyes | |
It is the only place I know | |
Where death is most alive | |
It is when truth is turned to lie | |
That death is most alive | |
Set flame to the ensnarers | |
And pierce that ornate shield | |
Branded by what claims you | |
You wear the mark of death | |
Tear from loss and agony | |
A character defined | |
Stripped of all but tragedy | |
What life is left to find | |
Go now, until there' s nothing left | |
Go now, the dying has begun | |
It is the only place I know | |
Where death is most alive | |
It is when truth is turned to lie | |
That death is most alive | |
So I flee from all that is me | |
To hide behind this pale dead face | |
Whatever happened to desire, want and need | |
Whatever happened to integrity | |
Imagination is a curse in all of this | |
Whatever happened to the ones left behind | |
This is a ghost town | |
Bodies dragged through endless streets | |
Go now, to never return | |
I' ve seen more pitiful humiliation | |
Than you could never hide | |
It is the only place I know | |
Where death is most alive | |
It is when truth is turned to lie | |
That death is most alive |
zuò cí : Henriksson, Stanne, Sundin | |
This is a ghost town | |
Alive with the echoes of failures fled | |
Lit up by shining faces | |
That parade these streets | |
What used to be | |
Of humility is gone | |
You walk the mounds | |
Of skull and bones | |
Where living is denied | |
I see more movement in decomposition | |
Than in those hollow eyes | |
It is the only place I know | |
Where death is most alive | |
It is when truth is turned to lie | |
That death is most alive | |
Set flame to the ensnarers | |
And pierce that ornate shield | |
Branded by what claims you | |
You wear the mark of death | |
Tear from loss and agony | |
A character defined | |
Stripped of all but tragedy | |
What life is left to find | |
Go now, until there' s nothing left | |
Go now, the dying has begun | |
It is the only place I know | |
Where death is most alive | |
It is when truth is turned to lie | |
That death is most alive | |
So I flee from all that is me | |
To hide behind this pale dead face | |
Whatever happened to desire, want and need | |
Whatever happened to integrity | |
Imagination is a curse in all of this | |
Whatever happened to the ones left behind | |
This is a ghost town | |
Bodies dragged through endless streets | |
Go now, to never return | |
I' ve seen more pitiful humiliation | |
Than you could never hide | |
It is the only place I know | |
Where death is most alive | |
It is when truth is turned to lie | |
That death is most alive |