作曲 : Asphyx | |
Imprisoned in imaginative walls | |
Stoical glances reach no destination | |
Fallacy, looking for salvation | |
Points of contact are missing for an etemaly | |
Bearing the everlasting pain | |
Hatred and anger, self-respect is frozen | |
Fearing what's to come | |
Agonized by mental disillusion | |
Dilapidated and declined | |
Is this life or life's destiny | |
Waiting for that particular salvation | |
Which can make everything forget | |
Emperors of salvation | |
Death is to one's hand | |
Just a simplistic solution | |
Surviving is the driving force | |
But surviving is a hopeless cause | |
Narrow-minded thoughts far from clean | |
Completely turned inside oneself, nothing surmised | |
Mankind's necessity to live is only a side-issue | |
Waiting for that partcular salvation | |
Freed from this life of misery | |
Taken by the emperors of salvation | |
To commit the body to the ground | |
Disposed by the ghost of death | |
The soul will roam eternally |
zuo qu : Asphyx | |
Imprisoned in imaginative walls | |
Stoical glances reach no destination | |
Fallacy, looking for salvation | |
Points of contact are missing for an etemaly | |
Bearing the everlasting pain | |
Hatred and anger, selfrespect is frozen | |
Fearing what' s to come | |
Agonized by mental disillusion | |
Dilapidated and declined | |
Is this life or life' s destiny | |
Waiting for that particular salvation | |
Which can make everything forget | |
Emperors of salvation | |
Death is to one' s hand | |
Just a simplistic solution | |
Surviving is the driving force | |
But surviving is a hopeless cause | |
Narrowminded thoughts far from clean | |
Completely turned inside oneself, nothing surmised | |
Mankind' s necessity to live is only a sideissue | |
Waiting for that partcular salvation | |
Freed from this life of misery | |
Taken by the emperors of salvation | |
To commit the body to the ground | |
Disposed by the ghost of death | |
The soul will roam eternally |
zuò qǔ : Asphyx | |
Imprisoned in imaginative walls | |
Stoical glances reach no destination | |
Fallacy, looking for salvation | |
Points of contact are missing for an etemaly | |
Bearing the everlasting pain | |
Hatred and anger, selfrespect is frozen | |
Fearing what' s to come | |
Agonized by mental disillusion | |
Dilapidated and declined | |
Is this life or life' s destiny | |
Waiting for that particular salvation | |
Which can make everything forget | |
Emperors of salvation | |
Death is to one' s hand | |
Just a simplistic solution | |
Surviving is the driving force | |
But surviving is a hopeless cause | |
Narrowminded thoughts far from clean | |
Completely turned inside oneself, nothing surmised | |
Mankind' s necessity to live is only a sideissue | |
Waiting for that partcular salvation | |
Freed from this life of misery | |
Taken by the emperors of salvation | |
To commit the body to the ground | |
Disposed by the ghost of death | |
The soul will roam eternally |