| Song | To Lay Like Old Ashes |
| Artist | Austere |
| Album | To Lay Like Old Ashes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Austere | |
| 作词 : Austere | |
| A longing sense... | |
| To fulfil my days of empty slumber. | |
| The remnants of life, | |
| Like ashes, scattered across the ground. | |
| It all seems worthless... | |
| From the window pane, | |
| I gaze upon the autumn tress. | |
| Raining leaves and gnarling mists, | |
| Like my very essence, grey... | |
| Travelling through nothingness. | |
| My life is fucking empty. | |
| To exist in fragile light... | |
| Silence... | |
| Cold... | |
| Alone... | |
| Death, with no redemption, | |
| We're all heading towards the end. | |
| It is with us, from the dawn, | |
| The dawn of our miserable lives. | |
| We all live in a delusion, | |
| As life holds nothing but death... |
| zuo qu : Austere | |
| zuo ci : Austere | |
| A longing sense... | |
| To fulfil my days of empty slumber. | |
| The remnants of life, | |
| Like ashes, scattered across the ground. | |
| It all seems worthless... | |
| From the window pane, | |
| I gaze upon the autumn tress. | |
| Raining leaves and gnarling mists, | |
| Like my very essence, grey... | |
| Travelling through nothingness. | |
| My life is fucking empty. | |
| To exist in fragile light... | |
| Silence... | |
| Cold... | |
| Alone... | |
| Death, with no redemption, | |
| We' re all heading towards the end. | |
| It is with us, from the dawn, | |
| The dawn of our miserable lives. | |
| We all live in a delusion, | |
| As life holds nothing but death... |
| zuò qǔ : Austere | |
| zuò cí : Austere | |
| A longing sense... | |
| To fulfil my days of empty slumber. | |
| The remnants of life, | |
| Like ashes, scattered across the ground. | |
| It all seems worthless... | |
| From the window pane, | |
| I gaze upon the autumn tress. | |
| Raining leaves and gnarling mists, | |
| Like my very essence, grey... | |
| Travelling through nothingness. | |
| My life is fucking empty. | |
| To exist in fragile light... | |
| Silence... | |
| Cold... | |
| Alone... | |
| Death, with no redemption, | |
| We' re all heading towards the end. | |
| It is with us, from the dawn, | |
| The dawn of our miserable lives. | |
| We all live in a delusion, | |
| As life holds nothing but death... |