Song | And The Mirror Cracked |
Artist | Disillusion |
Album | Back To Times Of Splendor |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Disillusion, Vurtox | |
It came from dismal shadows | |
Creeping, sudden, from behind. | |
fell upon my merry whistle | |
darkened me at heart and sight. | |
Back with me, one again with the memory | |
Again I behold the ruins | |
that I left when I was all devoured by wrath. | |
Last night out in the timber | |
a thousand torrent's vehemence | |
came rushing through my veins | |
Up my throat and filled the eyes, | |
And then that I knew | |
all pain will be undone | |
When I pack my bags | |
And depart for lonely roads | |
And with courageous verve I stride | |
chop the heads off flowers aside, still wondering | |
How come you never bleed | |
When I stab right into your back. | |
How come you never choke | |
When I drown you in the sea. | |
Merely hours passed | |
that I had left him to his mountains | |
his colossal idols - one for every spear in me. | |
Slopes so steep, | |
I could not conquer in a lifetime. | |
Now they're all but ruins, | |
Ruins I left behind. | |
And with courageous verve I stride | |
chop the heads off plants aside, still wondering | |
How come you never bleed | |
When I stab right into your back. | |
How come you never choke | |
When I drown you in the hot and burning sea. | |
There is always one waiting for me, my beloved | |
I shall be with her again so soon. | |
craving for her lips, her kiss | |
Her hair in summer winds | |
The morning dew dripping down her breasts. | |
Shadows and Flames. | |
I have been demure | |
Cries were silent but heart ablaze. | |
have been one of his shadows | |
Condemned to stray an unlit maze. | |
My feet are numb, soles torn wide open | |
After endless years of clambering | |
My path is lit and leads me north. | |
And with courageous verve I stride | |
chop the heads off flowers aside, still wondering | |
How come you never bleed | |
When I stab right into your back, | |
How come you never choke | |
When I drown you in the hot and burning sea? |
zuo qu : Disillusion, Vurtox | |
It came from dismal shadows | |
Creeping, sudden, from behind. | |
fell upon my merry whistle | |
darkened me at heart and sight. | |
Back with me, one again with the memory | |
Again I behold the ruins | |
that I left when I was all devoured by wrath. | |
Last night out in the timber | |
a thousand torrent' s vehemence | |
came rushing through my veins | |
Up my throat and filled the eyes, | |
And then that I knew | |
all pain will be undone | |
When I pack my bags | |
And depart for lonely roads | |
And with courageous verve I stride | |
chop the heads off flowers aside, still wondering | |
How come you never bleed | |
When I stab right into your back. | |
How come you never choke | |
When I drown you in the sea. | |
Merely hours passed | |
that I had left him to his mountains | |
his colossal idols one for every spear in me. | |
Slopes so steep, | |
I could not conquer in a lifetime. | |
Now they' re all but ruins, | |
Ruins I left behind. | |
And with courageous verve I stride | |
chop the heads off plants aside, still wondering | |
How come you never bleed | |
When I stab right into your back. | |
How come you never choke | |
When I drown you in the hot and burning sea. | |
There is always one waiting for me, my beloved | |
I shall be with her again so soon. | |
craving for her lips, her kiss | |
Her hair in summer winds | |
The morning dew dripping down her breasts. | |
Shadows and Flames. | |
I have been demure | |
Cries were silent but heart ablaze. | |
have been one of his shadows | |
Condemned to stray an unlit maze. | |
My feet are numb, soles torn wide open | |
After endless years of clambering | |
My path is lit and leads me north. | |
And with courageous verve I stride | |
chop the heads off flowers aside, still wondering | |
How come you never bleed | |
When I stab right into your back, | |
How come you never choke | |
When I drown you in the hot and burning sea? |
zuò qǔ : Disillusion, Vurtox | |
It came from dismal shadows | |
Creeping, sudden, from behind. | |
fell upon my merry whistle | |
darkened me at heart and sight. | |
Back with me, one again with the memory | |
Again I behold the ruins | |
that I left when I was all devoured by wrath. | |
Last night out in the timber | |
a thousand torrent' s vehemence | |
came rushing through my veins | |
Up my throat and filled the eyes, | |
And then that I knew | |
all pain will be undone | |
When I pack my bags | |
And depart for lonely roads | |
And with courageous verve I stride | |
chop the heads off flowers aside, still wondering | |
How come you never bleed | |
When I stab right into your back. | |
How come you never choke | |
When I drown you in the sea. | |
Merely hours passed | |
that I had left him to his mountains | |
his colossal idols one for every spear in me. | |
Slopes so steep, | |
I could not conquer in a lifetime. | |
Now they' re all but ruins, | |
Ruins I left behind. | |
And with courageous verve I stride | |
chop the heads off plants aside, still wondering | |
How come you never bleed | |
When I stab right into your back. | |
How come you never choke | |
When I drown you in the hot and burning sea. | |
There is always one waiting for me, my beloved | |
I shall be with her again so soon. | |
craving for her lips, her kiss | |
Her hair in summer winds | |
The morning dew dripping down her breasts. | |
Shadows and Flames. | |
I have been demure | |
Cries were silent but heart ablaze. | |
have been one of his shadows | |
Condemned to stray an unlit maze. | |
My feet are numb, soles torn wide open | |
After endless years of clambering | |
My path is lit and leads me north. | |
And with courageous verve I stride | |
chop the heads off flowers aside, still wondering | |
How come you never bleed | |
When I stab right into your back, | |
How come you never choke | |
When I drown you in the hot and burning sea? |