...And I Lust Lyrics

	作词 : Anathema
	Stately columns standing in solemn rows
	Such empty honours are suitable for those
	Whose death erases all renown and fame
	And vanquishes their glory with their name
	Wandering aimlessly through dead filled fields
	Rewards are just, who knows what absence yields?
	By the golden beauty of dusk and the sun low in our sky
	By the haunting shadows of trees and graves, mesmerized am
	I. Searching deep inside trying to reach my dreams
	I see a face stare back at me... oh, so serene.
	By the golden beauty of dusk and the sun low in our sky
	By the haunting shadows of trees and graves, mesmerized am
	I. Those whispering shades... sad, silent glades
	But not for those whose superior worth
	After death extols them to the earth
	I would even venture to assume
	That one need not build for them a tomb
	By human art, since glory heaven sent
	Serves them as a living monument
	Pain is a far away land,
	Misery, a lifetime's journey... ...and
	I lust for death (judgement).

	zuo ci : Anathema
	Stately columns standing in solemn rows
	Such empty honours are suitable for those
	Whose death erases all renown and fame
	And vanquishes their glory with their name
	Wandering aimlessly through dead filled fields
	Rewards are just, who knows what absence yields?
	By the golden beauty of dusk and the sun low in our sky
	By the haunting shadows of trees and graves, mesmerized am
	I. Searching deep inside trying to reach my dreams
	I see a face stare back at me... oh, so serene.
	By the golden beauty of dusk and the sun low in our sky
	By the haunting shadows of trees and graves, mesmerized am
	I. Those whispering shades... sad, silent glades
	But not for those whose superior worth
	After death extols them to the earth
	I would even venture to assume
	That one need not build for them a tomb
	By human art, since glory heaven sent
	Serves them as a living monument
	Pain is a far away land,
	Misery, a lifetime' s journey... ... and
	I lust for death judgement.

	zuò cí : Anathema
	Stately columns standing in solemn rows
	Such empty honours are suitable for those
	Whose death erases all renown and fame
	And vanquishes their glory with their name
	Wandering aimlessly through dead filled fields
	Rewards are just, who knows what absence yields?
	By the golden beauty of dusk and the sun low in our sky
	By the haunting shadows of trees and graves, mesmerized am
	I. Searching deep inside trying to reach my dreams
	I see a face stare back at me... oh, so serene.
	By the golden beauty of dusk and the sun low in our sky
	By the haunting shadows of trees and graves, mesmerized am
	I. Those whispering shades... sad, silent glades
	But not for those whose superior worth
	After death extols them to the earth
	I would even venture to assume
	That one need not build for them a tomb
	By human art, since glory heaven sent
	Serves them as a living monument
	Pain is a far away land,
	Misery, a lifetime' s journey... ... and
	I lust for death judgement.

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