Song | Ceremony of Opposites |
Artist | Samael |
Album | Ceremony of Opposites |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Vorphalack, Xytras | |
The top becomes the bottom | |
The fantasy becomes reality | |
The conceptions change | |
The landmarks dissolve | |
And all becomes intermingled | |
To flirt with the despicable | |
In a trance without end | |
Where the ice burns | |
Like glowing embers | |
And where one shatters | |
By fits and starts of sperm | |
The morale of men | |
Serve another god | |
Lose another dream | |
Sentiments imprision and leave | |
Their victims without defence | |
Love is a poison which | |
Flourishes in the heart of the weak | |
From the lower world we direct | |
The attraction of the distasteful | |
Makes us ignore the vile | |
Since only from below | |
Can one better see the heights |
zuo ci : Vorphalack, Xytras | |
The top becomes the bottom | |
The fantasy becomes reality | |
The conceptions change | |
The landmarks dissolve | |
And all becomes intermingled | |
To flirt with the despicable | |
In a trance without end | |
Where the ice burns | |
Like glowing embers | |
And where one shatters | |
By fits and starts of sperm | |
The morale of men | |
Serve another god | |
Lose another dream | |
Sentiments imprision and leave | |
Their victims without defence | |
Love is a poison which | |
Flourishes in the heart of the weak | |
From the lower world we direct | |
The attraction of the distasteful | |
Makes us ignore the vile | |
Since only from below | |
Can one better see the heights |
zuò cí : Vorphalack, Xytras | |
The top becomes the bottom | |
The fantasy becomes reality | |
The conceptions change | |
The landmarks dissolve | |
And all becomes intermingled | |
To flirt with the despicable | |
In a trance without end | |
Where the ice burns | |
Like glowing embers | |
And where one shatters | |
By fits and starts of sperm | |
The morale of men | |
Serve another god | |
Lose another dream | |
Sentiments imprision and leave | |
Their victims without defence | |
Love is a poison which | |
Flourishes in the heart of the weak | |
From the lower world we direct | |
The attraction of the distasteful | |
Makes us ignore the vile | |
Since only from below | |
Can one better see the heights |