| Song | Under Azure Skies |
| Artist | Anata |
| Album | The Infernal Depths of Hatred |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Schälin | |
| Blood boils under azure skies | |
| A man astray, obsessed in his search | |
| Exploring vast lands | |
| Deserts of sand and stone | |
| Now heading for the open sea | |
| Where his dreams are at | |
| And his mind is set free | |
| The scornful sun burns, tears his skin | |
| The salt breeze tears his open eyes | |
| And the whirling sand will dry his throat | |
| But the journey must go on | |
| He found his call, he is now a slave | |
| On the mission to find his soul | |
| And eternity seems ever so deep | |
| And with every wish | |
| The distance seems to grow | |
| And then at least | |
| Somewhere by the horizon line | |
| The ocean lies mighty, calm and wide | |
| And just when all his strength was gone | |
| And all his hope was lost | |
| His will was strong | |
| And all that remained but his torn limbs | |
| Covered by dust | |
| Reaching for the distant shore | |
| He raises to his feet but falls | |
| When his feet are sore | |
| A painful effort like a grain of sand | |
| Malicious god gives him hand | |
| A hand that beats him to the ground | |
| And the cry for help echoes | |
| Without a sound | |
| Out of reach are all the visions | |
| About his mind set free | |
| The sun laughs as he kneels | |
| Before his destiny | |
| When ages of burning energy | |
| Flows through a peerless body | |
| And you experience strength | |
| Far beyond what you would never know | |
| Is when you realize that what counts | |
| In the end is the journey itself | |
| So with a smile let your struggle in pain | |
| Be crowned by death | |
| An eternity in the moment | |
| Is when silence screams with emptiness | |
| And when I felt relief | |
| Was when the tide washed away | |
| The blood of my broken limbs |
| zuo qu : Sch lin | |
| Blood boils under azure skies | |
| A man astray, obsessed in his search | |
| Exploring vast lands | |
| Deserts of sand and stone | |
| Now heading for the open sea | |
| Where his dreams are at | |
| And his mind is set free | |
| The scornful sun burns, tears his skin | |
| The salt breeze tears his open eyes | |
| And the whirling sand will dry his throat | |
| But the journey must go on | |
| He found his call, he is now a slave | |
| On the mission to find his soul | |
| And eternity seems ever so deep | |
| And with every wish | |
| The distance seems to grow | |
| And then at least | |
| Somewhere by the horizon line | |
| The ocean lies mighty, calm and wide | |
| And just when all his strength was gone | |
| And all his hope was lost | |
| His will was strong | |
| And all that remained but his torn limbs | |
| Covered by dust | |
| Reaching for the distant shore | |
| He raises to his feet but falls | |
| When his feet are sore | |
| A painful effort like a grain of sand | |
| Malicious god gives him hand | |
| A hand that beats him to the ground | |
| And the cry for help echoes | |
| Without a sound | |
| Out of reach are all the visions | |
| About his mind set free | |
| The sun laughs as he kneels | |
| Before his destiny | |
| When ages of burning energy | |
| Flows through a peerless body | |
| And you experience strength | |
| Far beyond what you would never know | |
| Is when you realize that what counts | |
| In the end is the journey itself | |
| So with a smile let your struggle in pain | |
| Be crowned by death | |
| An eternity in the moment | |
| Is when silence screams with emptiness | |
| And when I felt relief | |
| Was when the tide washed away | |
| The blood of my broken limbs |
| zuò qǔ : Sch lin | |
| Blood boils under azure skies | |
| A man astray, obsessed in his search | |
| Exploring vast lands | |
| Deserts of sand and stone | |
| Now heading for the open sea | |
| Where his dreams are at | |
| And his mind is set free | |
| The scornful sun burns, tears his skin | |
| The salt breeze tears his open eyes | |
| And the whirling sand will dry his throat | |
| But the journey must go on | |
| He found his call, he is now a slave | |
| On the mission to find his soul | |
| And eternity seems ever so deep | |
| And with every wish | |
| The distance seems to grow | |
| And then at least | |
| Somewhere by the horizon line | |
| The ocean lies mighty, calm and wide | |
| And just when all his strength was gone | |
| And all his hope was lost | |
| His will was strong | |
| And all that remained but his torn limbs | |
| Covered by dust | |
| Reaching for the distant shore | |
| He raises to his feet but falls | |
| When his feet are sore | |
| A painful effort like a grain of sand | |
| Malicious god gives him hand | |
| A hand that beats him to the ground | |
| And the cry for help echoes | |
| Without a sound | |
| Out of reach are all the visions | |
| About his mind set free | |
| The sun laughs as he kneels | |
| Before his destiny | |
| When ages of burning energy | |
| Flows through a peerless body | |
| And you experience strength | |
| Far beyond what you would never know | |
| Is when you realize that what counts | |
| In the end is the journey itself | |
| So with a smile let your struggle in pain | |
| Be crowned by death | |
| An eternity in the moment | |
| Is when silence screams with emptiness | |
| And when I felt relief | |
| Was when the tide washed away | |
| The blood of my broken limbs |