Khronos

	作词 : Sakis
	Origin of time / the face of old flesh
	Crumbles the earth / my feet and brain
	Collapsing into measures / of nature's killing liberty
	Lights gone an empty house / should be filled of empty pain
	In the light of a young moon
	The cold dark night becomes scary soon
	A thorn in my soul your face fade away
	Awake like an owl for salvation
	I pray And shining flames / burning the night sky
	Until you / who walk among the liking
	Touch the overbearing / fall on the crushed
	In the light of a young moon
	The cold dark night becomes scary soon
	A thorn in my soul your face fade away
	Awake like an owl for salvation
	I pray He who sleeps in the embrace of not
	Shall carry the thorns of carrion souls
	He who rules the flesh of the pigs
	With an oral smile shall pray on fools
	Tough the overweening / fall on the crushed
	Blind eyes of old light / pigs shall rule
	The flesh of kings / devoured for six nights
	The sky is empty / a golden snake crumbles the earth
	Her feet and brain / the face of old flesh
	Like an empty light house / hiding the cold flesh
	Snow is falling through / the living is gone
	Then the memory / of old fear is upon
	Rushes sordid through / winged black images
	Who shall build / an empty sky
	Same as the origin / of your face
	Origin of time / origin of time

	zuò cí : Sakis
	Origin of time the face of old flesh
	Crumbles the earth my feet and brain
	Collapsing into measures of nature' s killing liberty
	Lights gone an empty house should be filled of empty pain
	In the light of a young moon
	The cold dark night becomes scary soon
	A thorn in my soul your face fade away
	Awake like an owl for salvation
	I pray And shining flames burning the night sky
	Until you who walk among the liking
	Touch the overbearing fall on the crushed
	In the light of a young moon
	The cold dark night becomes scary soon
	A thorn in my soul your face fade away
	Awake like an owl for salvation
	I pray He who sleeps in the embrace of not
	Shall carry the thorns of carrion souls
	He who rules the flesh of the pigs
	With an oral smile shall pray on fools
	Tough the overweening fall on the crushed
	Blind eyes of old light pigs shall rule
	The flesh of kings devoured for six nights
	The sky is empty a golden snake crumbles the earth
	Her feet and brain the face of old flesh
	Like an empty light house hiding the cold flesh
	Snow is falling through the living is gone
	Then the memory of old fear is upon
	Rushes sordid through winged black images
	Who shall build an empty sky
	Same as the origin of your face
	Origin of time origin of time