Song | Advent Of Insanity |
Artist | Sabbat |
Album | Dreamweaver |
作曲 : Sneap, Walkyier | |
A sea breeze echoes softly | |
it's song echoes through your mind, | |
leaves you thinking of tomorrow | |
and the life you left behind. | |
Come turn your head to face the | |
wind that fills enchanted sails, | |
and drives you to your destiny | |
as silent sirens wail. | |
A sad lament for travellers | |
held in the hand of fate, | |
your future stands upon the prow | |
your past drowns in the wake. | |
What chance is there for sanity | |
when madness takes the helm, | |
and steers you on a downward | |
spiral to his lonely realm? | |
Watch the night-sky- seagulls fly | |
and in the heavens play, | |
Yet even angels stoop and still | |
pick nothing up they say. | |
There are things far more sinister | |
that haunt the midnight air, | |
the sirens serenade a warning | |
telling you: | |
"Beware- the waves upon the water | |
are like ripples in your mind, | |
and the shadows cast by nature | |
show the future you may find. | |
As rivers flow because they know | |
that they must join the sea- | |
thus you will be carried on to | |
meet your destiny." | |
Do Dark Horses Dream Of Nightmares? | |
Standing on a strange shore- | |
this desolate coastline, | |
it offers cold comfort. | |
Very little more than the sky | |
for a blanket | |
the earth for my bed. | |
THE SISTERS OF WYRD: | |
"Thethreads upon the loom of life | |
have foreordained your coming here, | |
so weep not mannikin of mankind | |
dry your worthless puppet-tears." | |
Unanswered questions- | |
how they play on my mind, | |
now that darkness is falling and | |
still there's no sign of my guide. | |
Either I have been betrayed- | |
they have left me to die, | |
or worse still at this moment he lies- | |
an unwitting victim by brigands attacked, | |
left naked and dead with a knife | |
in his back. | |
Childhood terrors return to me now, | |
from the rand stench of fear in | |
the sweat on my brow. | |
Deciet and despair are to me | |
kith and kin, | |
seduced into slumber- | |
my nightmare begins. | |
WODEN: | |
"Welcome - welcome to my domain, | |
I have been biding my time. | |
Watching and waiting - | |
but now you are mine. | |
Weaving the web that entwines you, | |
like a puppet you play on the end | |
of your strings 'till the end of | |
your days." | |
Daylight flees as night gives chase | |
I'm held in panics dank embrace, | |
I smother in his cold caress - | |
the sum of all my worthlessness. | |
I have been told to thank the Lord | |
for all that He will send, | |
but if death should come to meet me - | |
must I greet him as a friend? | |
Now I see that this quest is | |
a test of my fidelity - | |
has God forsaken me? | |
When maddness sings his lullaby a | |
nightmare filled with unknown things - | |
to cast aspersion on my sanity. | |
Faith starts to flounder in | |
a mind torn apart, | |
my thoughts move in time with | |
the beat of my heart | |
A creature of habit | |
I make easy prey, | |
cross faith and fire cannot | |
hold at bay the beast that | |
pursues me - | |
the end drawing near. | |
My soul keeps no secrets - | |
he knows what I fear. | |
Flying so high on the wings | |
of a dream, | |
over mountain and forest - | |
'cross river and stream. | |
While the creatures that feed | |
off the doubts I invent | |
await my arrival with evil intent. | |
WODEN: | |
"Welcome - welcome to my domain, | |
I have been biding my time. | |
Watching and waiting - | |
but now you are mine. | |
Weaving the web that entwines you, | |
like a puppet you play on the end | |
of your strings 'till the end of | |
your days." | |
So in that twilight world that | |
lies amidst life and death I dream, | |
and writhe in fitful slumber no-one | |
hears mjy silent screams. | |
Except the horses head that stares | |
with black and lifeless eyes, | |
atop its totem glaring as it mocks | |
my helpless cries. | |
Now I see that this quest is | |
a test of my fidelity - | |
has God forsaken me? | |
When maddness sings his lullaby a | |
nightmare filled with unknown things - | |
to cast aspersion on my sanity. | |
Shapeless form surround me | |
casting shadows in the night, | |
I feel their breath upon me- | |
catch their faces in the light. | |
Somnambulistic hunters come | |
to prey upon my fears - | |
as peals of psycopathic laughter | |
echo in my ears. | |
Startled I waken from my | |
death-like sleep, | |
though fearful and shaken | |
I crawl to my feet. | |
Still my memories taunt me - | |
like ghosts they appear, | |
forever to haunt me when | |
darkness draws near. | |
WODEN: | |
"Welcome - welcome to my domain, | |
I have been biding my time. | |
Watching and waiting - | |
but now you are mine. | |
Weaving the web that entwines you, | |
like a puppet you play on the end | |
of your strings 'till the end of | |
your days." | |
Then fleeing from the terrors | |
at the night before I leave, | |
the remenants of reality behind | |
me 'neath the trees. | |
Waking in the light of dawn I | |
pray that God will send - | |
his wisdom now to guide me | |
through this night-time without end. | |
Now I see that this quest is | |
a test of my fidelity- | |
Has God forsaken me? | |
When madness sings his lullaby a | |
nightmare filled with unknown things - | |
to cast aspersion on my sanity. |
zuò qǔ : Sneap, Walkyier | |
A sea breeze echoes softly | |
it' s song echoes through your mind, | |
leaves you thinking of tomorrow | |
and the life you left behind. | |
Come turn your head to face the | |
wind that fills enchanted sails, | |
and drives you to your destiny | |
as silent sirens wail. | |
A sad lament for travellers | |
held in the hand of fate, | |
your future stands upon the prow | |
your past drowns in the wake. | |
What chance is there for sanity | |
when madness takes the helm, | |
and steers you on a downward | |
spiral to his lonely realm? | |
Watch the nightsky seagulls fly | |
and in the heavens play, | |
Yet even angels stoop and still | |
pick nothing up they say. | |
There are things far more sinister | |
that haunt the midnight air, | |
the sirens serenade a warning | |
telling you: | |
" Beware the waves upon the water | |
are like ripples in your mind, | |
and the shadows cast by nature | |
show the future you may find. | |
As rivers flow because they know | |
that they must join the sea | |
thus you will be carried on to | |
meet your destiny." | |
Do Dark Horses Dream Of Nightmares? | |
Standing on a strange shore | |
this desolate coastline, | |
it offers cold comfort. | |
Very little more than the sky | |
for a blanket | |
the earth for my bed. | |
THE SISTERS OF WYRD: | |
" Thethreads upon the loom of life | |
have foreordained your coming here, | |
so weep not mannikin of mankind | |
dry your worthless puppettears." | |
Unanswered questions | |
how they play on my mind, | |
now that darkness is falling and | |
still there' s no sign of my guide. | |
Either I have been betrayed | |
they have left me to die, | |
or worse still at this moment he lies | |
an unwitting victim by brigands attacked, | |
left naked and dead with a knife | |
in his back. | |
Childhood terrors return to me now, | |
from the rand stench of fear in | |
the sweat on my brow. | |
Deciet and despair are to me | |
kith and kin, | |
seduced into slumber | |
my nightmare begins. | |
WODEN: | |
" Welcome welcome to my domain, | |
I have been biding my time. | |
Watching and waiting | |
but now you are mine. | |
Weaving the web that entwines you, | |
like a puppet you play on the end | |
of your strings ' till the end of | |
your days." | |
Daylight flees as night gives chase | |
I' m held in panics dank embrace, | |
I smother in his cold caress | |
the sum of all my worthlessness. | |
I have been told to thank the Lord | |
for all that He will send, | |
but if death should come to meet me | |
must I greet him as a friend? | |
Now I see that this quest is | |
a test of my fidelity | |
has God forsaken me? | |
When maddness sings his lullaby a | |
nightmare filled with unknown things | |
to cast aspersion on my sanity. | |
Faith starts to flounder in | |
a mind torn apart, | |
my thoughts move in time with | |
the beat of my heart | |
A creature of habit | |
I make easy prey, | |
cross faith and fire cannot | |
hold at bay the beast that | |
pursues me | |
the end drawing near. | |
My soul keeps no secrets | |
he knows what I fear. | |
Flying so high on the wings | |
of a dream, | |
over mountain and forest | |
' cross river and stream. | |
While the creatures that feed | |
off the doubts I invent | |
await my arrival with evil intent. | |
WODEN: | |
" Welcome welcome to my domain, | |
I have been biding my time. | |
Watching and waiting | |
but now you are mine. | |
Weaving the web that entwines you, | |
like a puppet you play on the end | |
of your strings ' till the end of | |
your days." | |
So in that twilight world that | |
lies amidst life and death I dream, | |
and writhe in fitful slumber noone | |
hears mjy silent screams. | |
Except the horses head that stares | |
with black and lifeless eyes, | |
atop its totem glaring as it mocks | |
my helpless cries. | |
Now I see that this quest is | |
a test of my fidelity | |
has God forsaken me? | |
When maddness sings his lullaby a | |
nightmare filled with unknown things | |
to cast aspersion on my sanity. | |
Shapeless form surround me | |
casting shadows in the night, | |
I feel their breath upon me | |
catch their faces in the light. | |
Somnambulistic hunters come | |
to prey upon my fears | |
as peals of psycopathic laughter | |
echo in my ears. | |
Startled I waken from my | |
deathlike sleep, | |
though fearful and shaken | |
I crawl to my feet. | |
Still my memories taunt me | |
like ghosts they appear, | |
forever to haunt me when | |
darkness draws near. | |
WODEN: | |
" Welcome welcome to my domain, | |
I have been biding my time. | |
Watching and waiting | |
but now you are mine. | |
Weaving the web that entwines you, | |
like a puppet you play on the end | |
of your strings ' till the end of | |
your days." | |
Then fleeing from the terrors | |
at the night before I leave, | |
the remenants of reality behind | |
me ' neath the trees. | |
Waking in the light of dawn I | |
pray that God will send | |
his wisdom now to guide me | |
through this nighttime without end. | |
Now I see that this quest is | |
a test of my fidelity | |
Has God forsaken me? | |
When madness sings his lullaby a | |
nightmare filled with unknown things | |
to cast aspersion on my sanity. |