Song | Decrystallizing Reason |
Artist | Emperor |
Album | 1 x Equilibrium |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Ihsahn, Samoth | |
Reason. This demigod, unto which you cluster. | |
Sacrilege. | |
You sacrifive the purity of the air beneath your wings. | |
A slow and painful ritual to burn the youth you lost. | |
Demigod. Blasphemers walk among your flock. | |
Despite your blindfold, proudly you carry the stone on your back. | |
Disillusioned. | |
You plant your feet safely to the ground. | |
Demigod. Blasphemers walk among your flock. | |
As the stone you have become. | |
Not once did you cry for the lost ones of your world. | |
Your care is limited to this demigod, onto which you cluster. | |
Reason. Decrystallize me. | |
Demigod. I do blaspheme. | |
The fallen you condemn. | |
Your heart even free of hate. | |
Yet, scared to death by their disbelief. | |
To ordinary common sense. | |
And with autumn closing in. | |
Forcing life away. | |
No mercy wil impale your sin. | |
Dead are your tears. |
zuo ci : Ihsahn, Samoth | |
Reason. This demigod, unto which you cluster. | |
Sacrilege. | |
You sacrifive the purity of the air beneath your wings. | |
A slow and painful ritual to burn the youth you lost. | |
Demigod. Blasphemers walk among your flock. | |
Despite your blindfold, proudly you carry the stone on your back. | |
Disillusioned. | |
You plant your feet safely to the ground. | |
Demigod. Blasphemers walk among your flock. | |
As the stone you have become. | |
Not once did you cry for the lost ones of your world. | |
Your care is limited to this demigod, onto which you cluster. | |
Reason. Decrystallize me. | |
Demigod. I do blaspheme. | |
The fallen you condemn. | |
Your heart even free of hate. | |
Yet, scared to death by their disbelief. | |
To ordinary common sense. | |
And with autumn closing in. | |
Forcing life away. | |
No mercy wil impale your sin. | |
Dead are your tears. |
zuò cí : Ihsahn, Samoth | |
Reason. This demigod, unto which you cluster. | |
Sacrilege. | |
You sacrifive the purity of the air beneath your wings. | |
A slow and painful ritual to burn the youth you lost. | |
Demigod. Blasphemers walk among your flock. | |
Despite your blindfold, proudly you carry the stone on your back. | |
Disillusioned. | |
You plant your feet safely to the ground. | |
Demigod. Blasphemers walk among your flock. | |
As the stone you have become. | |
Not once did you cry for the lost ones of your world. | |
Your care is limited to this demigod, onto which you cluster. | |
Reason. Decrystallize me. | |
Demigod. I do blaspheme. | |
The fallen you condemn. | |
Your heart even free of hate. | |
Yet, scared to death by their disbelief. | |
To ordinary common sense. | |
And with autumn closing in. | |
Forcing life away. | |
No mercy wil impale your sin. | |
Dead are your tears. |