1. HeartAche The winter eats into me It snows in my heart I always bear my heart Naked outside of me Like a tingling bell But my heart is not Of iron and steel Thus I easily break it Thorns, nails, and pales Sticks in the blood (covering my heart) Will I be taken from The shadow of far night? I'm hearing the sound of Death breathing in my ears A silence like Under the wings Of a dead bird A silence like The quietude Of open graves I'm hearing the songs of The birds no more Nor the wind, nor the whistling of My own blood, in my ears. 2. Moment In Black She lays there dressed in silk. So pale, so cold. Your door has opened for all to see. The pitiness that we suffer. Guided (to) where no man returns ... or ever will, (it is) eternity. A spokesman of God Gives the beauty away. You door has been opened for all to see. The pitiness that we suffer. Guided (to) where no man returns, ... or ever will, (it is) eternity. A brief moment in black, Is that all...? 3. When Nightfalls Clasps When nightfall class the earth, Shadeless flowers sleep. Mankind lies in emptiness, All the mourners weep (in silence). We stride towards sick winds, Rain fills our lungs, God's tears inside? So grim yet beautiful (in your soul). Are you too of this awe? Then hope you have (doomed one). When nightfall clasps the earth, Man humbles himself. Becomes obedient to death and godlessness. We will all die. We will receive. The goal of our faith. When nightfall clasps the earth Angels sing their praises: "Have patience dying faces" 4. Forlorn Tears in my eyes Tortured and twisted The emotions of mine Pain and decay All of the kind Surrounds mankind Until they die The soul will be Into new flesh (borned) Never have I Questioned eternal life If I can't have this I want nothing No God can hold me They will all abandon me I will be Released from all Darkness and pain. 5. Dying Peek through wall of sadness Behold what you adore. Cities of happiness Decompose to black rot. With tones of Ariels voice I mourn the bitter end Tro ei pе hjertets lyst Fшlg meg til evig sorg Vik du ornament svart Depress turns to agress Sjels fred tungt adventes Doom at which I curse you Please save me from myself Life holds no joy but you In a doomed and adoring way We are dying together as one.
Теги: лирика, Funeral
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