The Dying Buds Of May

	作曲 : Myrholt, Tunheim
	Blister'd be their envious tongues, cut 'em well like a cunt yet to be satisfied had
	I only the poison mixed, the sharp vengeance knife, the suicide whilst dry sorrow drinks our blood, the torture still roars in dismal hell the mortal paradise of such sweet flesh became the purgatory, (indeed) the (very) hell itself
	Cut me out of the tragedy, exhibit me as
	I wear thy lunacy can heaven be so envious, as to keep me in absence fro' thee...
	Whilst dry sorrow drinks our blood, the torture still roars in dismal hell the mortal paradise of such sweet flesh became the purgatory, (indeed) the (very) hell itself
	I desecrated the disgusting cross upon which the prince of lies apparently died once upon a
	November cold when
	I cunningly committed my suicide...
	Everyone was bored with love -and
	God was never more distant
	Affliction is enamoured of thy lovely parts, and thou art wedded to calamity luciferous serpentine, hid with a flowering face, appearing everywhere
	I was infected with thy poison, my tongue profoundly possessed by affirmatives all slain, all dead, the tragedy was woe enough, if it had only ended there
	Exhilarated to death in bondage unison, filling the soulvoid with hate love laid in exhile's chains, so what the hell is there to celebrate...
	Faretheewell, faretheewell...one kiss and
	I'll descend into the blooming pits of hell
	The darling deeds of autumn the dying buds of
	May Cupid painted dour with lust raining energy as we decay...

	zuò qǔ : Myrholt, Tunheim
	Blister' d be their envious tongues, cut ' em well like a cunt yet to be satisfied had
	I only the poison mixed, the sharp vengeance knife, the suicide whilst dry sorrow drinks our blood, the torture still roars in dismal hell the mortal paradise of such sweet flesh became the purgatory, indeed the very hell itself
	Cut me out of the tragedy, exhibit me as
	I wear thy lunacy can heaven be so envious, as to keep me in absence fro' thee...
	Whilst dry sorrow drinks our blood, the torture still roars in dismal hell the mortal paradise of such sweet flesh became the purgatory, indeed the very hell itself
	I desecrated the disgusting cross upon which the prince of lies apparently died once upon a
	November cold when
	I cunningly committed my suicide...
	Everyone was bored with love and
	God was never more distant
	Affliction is enamoured of thy lovely parts, and thou art wedded to calamity luciferous serpentine, hid with a flowering face, appearing everywhere
	I was infected with thy poison, my tongue profoundly possessed by affirmatives all slain, all dead, the tragedy was woe enough, if it had only ended there
	Exhilarated to death in bondage unison, filling the soulvoid with hate love laid in exhile' s chains, so what the hell is there to celebrate...
	Faretheewell, faretheewell... one kiss and
	I' ll descend into the blooming pits of hell
	The darling deeds of autumn the dying buds of
	May Cupid painted dour with lust raining energy as we decay...