Song | An Elegy of Icaros |
Artist | Emperor |
Album | Live Inferno |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Ihsahn | |
Icaros, I dare you. | |
For I possess the wings of faith. | |
Though, heavy on my shoulders. | |
No measurement can prove their weight. | |
Still, a burden are they not to me. | |
I am the challenger of gravity. | |
The fear is not the fate | |
I seek.My destiny will build upon, the mighty turbulence beyond. | |
If I fall | |
I will rise again | |
Some of envy, some of fear. | |
Asmonish by the graves of those who fell. | |
Praise the fool that pure of heart. | |
Leaps off your finger, into grace. | |
Icaros, your voice once melted, | |
Into the choir of the fallen ones. | |
I have heard, | |
I have seen, the purity of their song. | |
Icaros. Your fate embrace. | |
A manifold of angels. | |
I summon thee from shattered graves, and call upon the wind. | |
Recieve my bow of reverence. | |
Then spread your wings, and fly into oblivion. |
zuo ci : Ihsahn | |
Icaros, I dare you. | |
For I possess the wings of faith. | |
Though, heavy on my shoulders. | |
No measurement can prove their weight. | |
Still, a burden are they not to me. | |
I am the challenger of gravity. | |
The fear is not the fate | |
I seek. My destiny will build upon, the mighty turbulence beyond. | |
If I fall | |
I will rise again | |
Some of envy, some of fear. | |
Asmonish by the graves of those who fell. | |
Praise the fool that pure of heart. | |
Leaps off your finger, into grace. | |
Icaros, your voice once melted, | |
Into the choir of the fallen ones. | |
I have heard, | |
I have seen, the purity of their song. | |
Icaros. Your fate embrace. | |
A manifold of angels. | |
I summon thee from shattered graves, and call upon the wind. | |
Recieve my bow of reverence. | |
Then spread your wings, and fly into oblivion. |
zuò cí : Ihsahn | |
Icaros, I dare you. | |
For I possess the wings of faith. | |
Though, heavy on my shoulders. | |
No measurement can prove their weight. | |
Still, a burden are they not to me. | |
I am the challenger of gravity. | |
The fear is not the fate | |
I seek. My destiny will build upon, the mighty turbulence beyond. | |
If I fall | |
I will rise again | |
Some of envy, some of fear. | |
Asmonish by the graves of those who fell. | |
Praise the fool that pure of heart. | |
Leaps off your finger, into grace. | |
Icaros, your voice once melted, | |
Into the choir of the fallen ones. | |
I have heard, | |
I have seen, the purity of their song. | |
Icaros. Your fate embrace. | |
A manifold of angels. | |
I summon thee from shattered graves, and call upon the wind. | |
Recieve my bow of reverence. | |
Then spread your wings, and fly into oblivion. |