| Song | Voyage to Eternal Life |
| Artist | Astarte |
| Album | Doomed Dark Years |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Astarte, Tristessa | |
| The woods are lonely, dark and deep. | |
| Stopped between mountains and frozen lake. | |
| The darkest evening of the year, | |
| I came and wrote upon a cross of wood | |
| For the rotting flesh lying under foot. | |
| And on the mournful stars gazed up above. | |
| The eagle watches from his mountain walls. | |
| Good bye to the sun that shines for the dead no longer. | |
| Now sleepy death summons him down to | |
| Acheron, That cold shore. | |
| There is no bride song there, nor any music. | |
| She softly whispers your welcome to the endless darkness. | |
| Where the blue sky turned to black | |
| And the moon remains a frozen hidden memory. | |
| One would say that the earth | |
| Is the way of all flesh. | |
| And the sea is the way of all souls. | |
| The very dead of winter. | |
| Oh, starry night! | |
| This is how you wished to die. |
| zuo qu : Astarte, Tristessa | |
| The woods are lonely, dark and deep. | |
| Stopped between mountains and frozen lake. | |
| The darkest evening of the year, | |
| I came and wrote upon a cross of wood | |
| For the rotting flesh lying under foot. | |
| And on the mournful stars gazed up above. | |
| The eagle watches from his mountain walls. | |
| Good bye to the sun that shines for the dead no longer. | |
| Now sleepy death summons him down to | |
| Acheron, That cold shore. | |
| There is no bride song there, nor any music. | |
| She softly whispers your welcome to the endless darkness. | |
| Where the blue sky turned to black | |
| And the moon remains a frozen hidden memory. | |
| One would say that the earth | |
| Is the way of all flesh. | |
| And the sea is the way of all souls. | |
| The very dead of winter. | |
| Oh, starry night! | |
| This is how you wished to die. |
| zuò qǔ : Astarte, Tristessa | |
| The woods are lonely, dark and deep. | |
| Stopped between mountains and frozen lake. | |
| The darkest evening of the year, | |
| I came and wrote upon a cross of wood | |
| For the rotting flesh lying under foot. | |
| And on the mournful stars gazed up above. | |
| The eagle watches from his mountain walls. | |
| Good bye to the sun that shines for the dead no longer. | |
| Now sleepy death summons him down to | |
| Acheron, That cold shore. | |
| There is no bride song there, nor any music. | |
| She softly whispers your welcome to the endless darkness. | |
| Where the blue sky turned to black | |
| And the moon remains a frozen hidden memory. | |
| One would say that the earth | |
| Is the way of all flesh. | |
| And the sea is the way of all souls. | |
| The very dead of winter. | |
| Oh, starry night! | |
| This is how you wished to die. |