Song | The Pain Is Still Mine |
Artist | Ihsahn |
Album | The Adversary |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Ihsahn | |
The word is easy | |
Dripping sweet and cocky from the tongue | |
Vaguely describing the taste of blood. | |
A distant cry arise | |
From the fathomless well | |
That is my soul. | |
I can not hear the words | |
So I throw my heart in | |
Like a coin | |
And wish that it would sink forever. | |
A purpose, a sacrifice | |
Or merely temptation? | |
Is my solitude anything but a perversion | |
Of my vanity? | |
I never cared for this weak inclination | |
This paranoid tendency | |
To flock. | |
And in between all the noise | |
All the guilt | |
A silence would carry my spirit away | |
From diminishing obsessions. | |
Away from fools and poisonous flies. | |
The birth of a dreamer. | |
Behold, an angel of vengeance | |
A lion | |
A sword of fire | |
Alas, the burden of my heart | |
Is violence undone | |
Pain unfulfilled | |
Silence. | |
When I finally cut deep | |
Into the flesh of guilt | |
The un-naked body of shame | |
And the veins of repentance | |
Open wide | |
Sending rivers of blood | |
Into my mouth | |
The pain is still mine. |
zuo qu : Ihsahn | |
The word is easy | |
Dripping sweet and cocky from the tongue | |
Vaguely describing the taste of blood. | |
A distant cry arise | |
From the fathomless well | |
That is my soul. | |
I can not hear the words | |
So I throw my heart in | |
Like a coin | |
And wish that it would sink forever. | |
A purpose, a sacrifice | |
Or merely temptation? | |
Is my solitude anything but a perversion | |
Of my vanity? | |
I never cared for this weak inclination | |
This paranoid tendency | |
To flock. | |
And in between all the noise | |
All the guilt | |
A silence would carry my spirit away | |
From diminishing obsessions. | |
Away from fools and poisonous flies. | |
The birth of a dreamer. | |
Behold, an angel of vengeance | |
A lion | |
A sword of fire | |
Alas, the burden of my heart | |
Is violence undone | |
Pain unfulfilled | |
Silence. | |
When I finally cut deep | |
Into the flesh of guilt | |
The unnaked body of shame | |
And the veins of repentance | |
Open wide | |
Sending rivers of blood | |
Into my mouth | |
The pain is still mine. |
zuò qǔ : Ihsahn | |
The word is easy | |
Dripping sweet and cocky from the tongue | |
Vaguely describing the taste of blood. | |
A distant cry arise | |
From the fathomless well | |
That is my soul. | |
I can not hear the words | |
So I throw my heart in | |
Like a coin | |
And wish that it would sink forever. | |
A purpose, a sacrifice | |
Or merely temptation? | |
Is my solitude anything but a perversion | |
Of my vanity? | |
I never cared for this weak inclination | |
This paranoid tendency | |
To flock. | |
And in between all the noise | |
All the guilt | |
A silence would carry my spirit away | |
From diminishing obsessions. | |
Away from fools and poisonous flies. | |
The birth of a dreamer. | |
Behold, an angel of vengeance | |
A lion | |
A sword of fire | |
Alas, the burden of my heart | |
Is violence undone | |
Pain unfulfilled | |
Silence. | |
When I finally cut deep | |
Into the flesh of guilt | |
The unnaked body of shame | |
And the veins of repentance | |
Open wide | |
Sending rivers of blood | |
Into my mouth | |
The pain is still mine. |