Song | Choir of Spirits |
Artist | Obscura |
Album | Cosmogenesis |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Grossmann, Kummerer | |
In his blest name, who was his own creation | |
Who from all time makes his own vocation | |
The name of him who makes our faith so bright | |
Love, confidence, activity and might | |
In that ones name who named through oft he be | |
Unknown is ever in reality | |
As far as our ear can reach | |
Or eyesight dim | |
Thou findest but the known resembling him | |
How high soar thy fiery spirit hovers | |
Its smile and type it straight discovers | |
Onward, thou art drawn | |
With feelings light and clear | |
Where ever thou goest, your mind is the way | |
No more thou numbrest, reckonest no time | |
Each step is infinite, each step sublime | |
Unknown is ever in reality | |
As far as our ear can reach | |
Or eyesight dim |
zuo qu : Grossmann, Kummerer | |
In his blest name, who was his own creation | |
Who from all time makes his own vocation | |
The name of him who makes our faith so bright | |
Love, confidence, activity and might | |
In that ones name who named through oft he be | |
Unknown is ever in reality | |
As far as our ear can reach | |
Or eyesight dim | |
Thou findest but the known resembling him | |
How high soar thy fiery spirit hovers | |
Its smile and type it straight discovers | |
Onward, thou art drawn | |
With feelings light and clear | |
Where ever thou goest, your mind is the way | |
No more thou numbrest, reckonest no time | |
Each step is infinite, each step sublime | |
Unknown is ever in reality | |
As far as our ear can reach | |
Or eyesight dim |
zuò qǔ : Grossmann, Kummerer | |
In his blest name, who was his own creation | |
Who from all time makes his own vocation | |
The name of him who makes our faith so bright | |
Love, confidence, activity and might | |
In that ones name who named through oft he be | |
Unknown is ever in reality | |
As far as our ear can reach | |
Or eyesight dim | |
Thou findest but the known resembling him | |
How high soar thy fiery spirit hovers | |
Its smile and type it straight discovers | |
Onward, thou art drawn | |
With feelings light and clear | |
Where ever thou goest, your mind is the way | |
No more thou numbrest, reckonest no time | |
Each step is infinite, each step sublime | |
Unknown is ever in reality | |
As far as our ear can reach | |
Or eyesight dim |