Song | Panthalassa (Lampetra Tridentata) |
Artist | Giant Squid |
Album | The Ichthyologist |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Giant Squid, Gregory | |
The dreams are upon me again with impossible seas filled to the brim | |
With equally impossible things with preposterous amounts of teeth | |
Here too I command an immortal ship and all ten hands on deck | |
Standing abreast with the finest men, each thick headed | |
And hell bent on seeing this through for reasons all their own | |
Patching the sails with the shirts off their back, I need not sail alone | |
The highest crests will fall like the rest under our battered hull | |
The beast filled troughs our bow will cross atop their cartilage skulls | |
The chill of the wind carries the hymn of things sounding disappointingly human | |
I'm quick to remind my men to ignore these beauties with green skin | |
A sure sign their blood is too thin, singing lampreys that will suck you dry | |
The highest crests will fall like the rest under our battered hull | |
The beast filled troughs our bow will cross atop their cartilage skulls | |
Get out | |
You hunter | |
This sea has no end | |
Each of you will give in | |
Only a matter of time before I bring you all bliss |
zuo qu : Giant Squid, Gregory | |
The dreams are upon me again with impossible seas filled to the brim | |
With equally impossible things with preposterous amounts of teeth | |
Here too I command an immortal ship and all ten hands on deck | |
Standing abreast with the finest men, each thick headed | |
And hell bent on seeing this through for reasons all their own | |
Patching the sails with the shirts off their back, I need not sail alone | |
The highest crests will fall like the rest under our battered hull | |
The beast filled troughs our bow will cross atop their cartilage skulls | |
The chill of the wind carries the hymn of things sounding disappointingly human | |
I' m quick to remind my men to ignore these beauties with green skin | |
A sure sign their blood is too thin, singing lampreys that will suck you dry | |
The highest crests will fall like the rest under our battered hull | |
The beast filled troughs our bow will cross atop their cartilage skulls | |
Get out | |
You hunter | |
This sea has no end | |
Each of you will give in | |
Only a matter of time before I bring you all bliss |
zuò qǔ : Giant Squid, Gregory | |
The dreams are upon me again with impossible seas filled to the brim | |
With equally impossible things with preposterous amounts of teeth | |
Here too I command an immortal ship and all ten hands on deck | |
Standing abreast with the finest men, each thick headed | |
And hell bent on seeing this through for reasons all their own | |
Patching the sails with the shirts off their back, I need not sail alone | |
The highest crests will fall like the rest under our battered hull | |
The beast filled troughs our bow will cross atop their cartilage skulls | |
The chill of the wind carries the hymn of things sounding disappointingly human | |
I' m quick to remind my men to ignore these beauties with green skin | |
A sure sign their blood is too thin, singing lampreys that will suck you dry | |
The highest crests will fall like the rest under our battered hull | |
The beast filled troughs our bow will cross atop their cartilage skulls | |
Get out | |
You hunter | |
This sea has no end | |
Each of you will give in | |
Only a matter of time before I bring you all bliss |