Song | The Somberness Of Winter |
Artist | God Dethroned |
Album | Into The Lungs Of Hell |
作词 : God Dethroned, Henri | |
Searching the Northern passage to the Indies | |
And yes we found the northern passage. | |
The northern passage to hell | |
This world it turned into ice | |
The sun has set for the months to come | |
A landscape in the twilight zone | |
The somberness of winter | |
I walk between pools of frozen blood | |
It's 1896 my voyage has stranded before the gates of hell | |
Doom is in my eyes | |
Our ships is stuck in the ice | |
I don't know where we are | |
and I don't know where we'll go | |
Travelling. Endlessly. Like in a labyrinth | |
The forst is hardening my breath | |
The dark gaps in the ice reflect the thoughts of my wrecked mind | |
The only company I have is the skeleton that never leaves my side | |
Did we reach the ninth ring of hell? | |
There where the traitors freeze | |
The northern passage to hell (Nova Zembla) | |
Nothing left to eat but ourselves (Nova Zembla) | |
I hear the clapping of hooves behind me | |
I know my time had come to die. | |
I await his embrace. | |
I've fallen from grace. | |
I'll never reach home | |
The somberness of winter | |
[lead - Jens] |
zuò cí : God Dethroned, Henri | |
Searching the Northern passage to the Indies | |
And yes we found the northern passage. | |
The northern passage to hell | |
This world it turned into ice | |
The sun has set for the months to come | |
A landscape in the twilight zone | |
The somberness of winter | |
I walk between pools of frozen blood | |
It' s 1896 my voyage has stranded before the gates of hell | |
Doom is in my eyes | |
Our ships is stuck in the ice | |
I don' t know where we are | |
and I don' t know where we' ll go | |
Travelling. Endlessly. Like in a labyrinth | |
The forst is hardening my breath | |
The dark gaps in the ice reflect the thoughts of my wrecked mind | |
The only company I have is the skeleton that never leaves my side | |
Did we reach the ninth ring of hell? | |
There where the traitors freeze | |
The northern passage to hell Nova Zembla | |
Nothing left to eat but ourselves Nova Zembla | |
I hear the clapping of hooves behind me | |
I know my time had come to die. | |
I await his embrace. | |
I' ve fallen from grace. | |
I' ll never reach home | |
The somberness of winter | |
lead Jens |