Song | What Is Eternal |
Artist | Trans-Siberian Orchestra |
Album | Beethoven's Last Night |
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作曲 : Kinkel, ONeill | |
And here in the night as | |
I feel the inferno | |
I stare in the dark thinking what is eternal | |
The man or the moment the act or the reason | |
These thoughts fill my head as | |
I contemplate treason | |
Of dreams | |
I have had and dreams | |
I have pondered | |
When late in the night my mind it would wander | |
To things | |
I have done and then quickly regretted | |
While denying vices my life had selected | |
And I think what | |
I've done or have yet to begin | |
And the man | |
I've become and the man that | |
I've beenNow caught in a waltz with the eternal dancer | |
I'm courted by death but death isn't the answer | |
I sayAll I was meant to be | |
Could I suddenly just decide | |
Not a thought would survive | |
Could it be my life's worth | |
Ended there with my birth | |
If I could see someone who's been there before me | |
And traded his soul for a moment of glory | |
His penance or mercy by spirits debated | |
While judged on a scale that's been heavily weighted | |
And what have | |
I done could there be such a sin | |
In this man | |
I've become, in this man that | |
I've beenNow calling to | |
God from the pit's very bottom | |
I pray he forgives every sin | |
I've forgotten this day | |
And who would've thought that my fate it would conjure | |
This twist in the road on which | |
I have wandered | |
Each vision and dream now completely dismembered | |
To give one's whole life and find nothing's remembered | |
And what good is a life that leaves nothing behind | |
Not a thought or a dream that might echo in time | |
The years and the hours the seconds and minutes | |
And everything that my life has placed in it betrayed | |
Betrayed, betrayed | |
The things | |
I have done the places | |
I've beenThe cost of my dreams the weight of my sins | |
And everything that | |
I've gathered in life | |
Could it be lost, could it be lost in this | |
Could it be lost in this night |
zuo qu : Kinkel, ONeill | |
And here in the night as | |
I feel the inferno | |
I stare in the dark thinking what is eternal | |
The man or the moment the act or the reason | |
These thoughts fill my head as | |
I contemplate treason | |
Of dreams | |
I have had and dreams | |
I have pondered | |
When late in the night my mind it would wander | |
To things | |
I have done and then quickly regretted | |
While denying vices my life had selected | |
And I think what | |
I' ve done or have yet to begin | |
And the man | |
I' ve become and the man that | |
I' ve beenNow caught in a waltz with the eternal dancer | |
I' m courted by death but death isn' t the answer | |
I sayAll I was meant to be | |
Could I suddenly just decide | |
Not a thought would survive | |
Could it be my life' s worth | |
Ended there with my birth | |
If I could see someone who' s been there before me | |
And traded his soul for a moment of glory | |
His penance or mercy by spirits debated | |
While judged on a scale that' s been heavily weighted | |
And what have | |
I done could there be such a sin | |
In this man | |
I' ve become, in this man that | |
I' ve beenNow calling to | |
God from the pit' s very bottom | |
I pray he forgives every sin | |
I' ve forgotten this day | |
And who would' ve thought that my fate it would conjure | |
This twist in the road on which | |
I have wandered | |
Each vision and dream now completely dismembered | |
To give one' s whole life and find nothing' s remembered | |
And what good is a life that leaves nothing behind | |
Not a thought or a dream that might echo in time | |
The years and the hours the seconds and minutes | |
And everything that my life has placed in it betrayed | |
Betrayed, betrayed | |
The things | |
I have done the places | |
I' ve beenThe cost of my dreams the weight of my sins | |
And everything that | |
I' ve gathered in life | |
Could it be lost, could it be lost in this | |
Could it be lost in this night |
zuò qǔ : Kinkel, ONeill | |
And here in the night as | |
I feel the inferno | |
I stare in the dark thinking what is eternal | |
The man or the moment the act or the reason | |
These thoughts fill my head as | |
I contemplate treason | |
Of dreams | |
I have had and dreams | |
I have pondered | |
When late in the night my mind it would wander | |
To things | |
I have done and then quickly regretted | |
While denying vices my life had selected | |
And I think what | |
I' ve done or have yet to begin | |
And the man | |
I' ve become and the man that | |
I' ve beenNow caught in a waltz with the eternal dancer | |
I' m courted by death but death isn' t the answer | |
I sayAll I was meant to be | |
Could I suddenly just decide | |
Not a thought would survive | |
Could it be my life' s worth | |
Ended there with my birth | |
If I could see someone who' s been there before me | |
And traded his soul for a moment of glory | |
His penance or mercy by spirits debated | |
While judged on a scale that' s been heavily weighted | |
And what have | |
I done could there be such a sin | |
In this man | |
I' ve become, in this man that | |
I' ve beenNow calling to | |
God from the pit' s very bottom | |
I pray he forgives every sin | |
I' ve forgotten this day | |
And who would' ve thought that my fate it would conjure | |
This twist in the road on which | |
I have wandered | |
Each vision and dream now completely dismembered | |
To give one' s whole life and find nothing' s remembered | |
And what good is a life that leaves nothing behind | |
Not a thought or a dream that might echo in time | |
The years and the hours the seconds and minutes | |
And everything that my life has placed in it betrayed | |
Betrayed, betrayed | |
The things | |
I have done the places | |
I' ve beenThe cost of my dreams the weight of my sins | |
And everything that | |
I' ve gathered in life | |
Could it be lost, could it be lost in this | |
Could it be lost in this night |