Song | Supersonic Journey |
Artist | Satyricon |
Album | Rebel Extravaganza |
作词 : Satyricon | |
A rotating silvercolored plateau, drops that dance down the columns | |
Blue, cold and the raging starwind glowing colors at fearful speed indistnct pictures of prophets and visionaries in a galactic fog in outer space on an axis | |
In another reality on a supersonic journey inevitably he can see it, the lights are going out and he knows if he just could make us understand | |
In the emptiness there is nothing that can draw the picture you want just a stillborn child on hands that fumble | |
Raging, raging at incomprehensible pace the colors blinding, the plateau falls in outer hell | |
The disclose that we had to die... | |
We pit the hand that fed us in outer space on an axis | |
In another reality on a supersonic journey | |
Is this what is yet to come, or a madman's reflection of the soul? | |
As when his heart cried out in pain when he perceived what burdens we were to bear |
zuò cí : Satyricon | |
A rotating silvercolored plateau, drops that dance down the columns | |
Blue, cold and the raging starwind glowing colors at fearful speed indistnct pictures of prophets and visionaries in a galactic fog in outer space on an axis | |
In another reality on a supersonic journey inevitably he can see it, the lights are going out and he knows if he just could make us understand | |
In the emptiness there is nothing that can draw the picture you want just a stillborn child on hands that fumble | |
Raging, raging at incomprehensible pace the colors blinding, the plateau falls in outer hell | |
The disclose that we had to die... | |
We pit the hand that fed us in outer space on an axis | |
In another reality on a supersonic journey | |
Is this what is yet to come, or a madman' s reflection of the soul? | |
As when his heart cried out in pain when he perceived what burdens we were to bear |