Song | Tales from the Inverted Womb |
Artist | Sopor Æternus & the Ensemble of Shadows |
Album | Songs from the Inverted Womb |
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[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea |
[00:00.00] | Tales From The Inverted Womb |
[00:27.34] | Alas, let me tell you about the beauty of the tomb: |
[00:34.23] | the stained glass, all viole(n)t, |
[00:37.66] | enhancing the gloom. |
[00:40.37] | Dark flowers, all withered, fragile and old, |
[00:47.68] | yet, their perfume still lingers like a secret untold. |
[00:54.15] | Like a dream, or a memory that floats in this vault, |
[01:00.41] | waiting for the moment it shall be recalled by some visitor, |
[01:09.13] | maybe, who is seeking release from a strange kind of sadness, |
[01:17.31] | some unknown disease. |
[01:20.66] | Its symptoms are madness, |
[01:24.01] | caused by the music in his head, |
[01:27.21] | sung by an endless choir, called: |
[01:31.66] | "the Voices of the Dead". |
[02:40.57] | It's his longing for silence |
[02:43.56] | for the absence of sound |
[02:46.52] | that will lead him the hidden path below the ground |
[02:53.73] | Where he shall discover, |
[02:56.39] | though terror and fear, behind black iron doors .... |
[03:03.95] | something is sleeping here: |
[03:07.15] | a little dead baby, |
[03:10.41] | a young boy lies kept, |
[03:13.15] | so fragile and frightened, crippled and sad... |
ti: Tales From The Inverted Womb | |
ar: Sopor ? ternus the Ensemble of Shadows | |
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[00:00.00] | zuo qu : AnnaVarney Cantodea |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : AnnaVarney Cantodea |
[00:00.00] | Tales From The Inverted Womb |
[00:27.34] | Alas, let me tell you about the beauty of the tomb: |
[00:34.23] | the stained glass, all viole n t, |
[00:37.66] | enhancing the gloom. |
[00:40.37] | Dark flowers, all withered, fragile and old, |
[00:47.68] | yet, their perfume still lingers like a secret untold. |
[00:54.15] | Like a dream, or a memory that floats in this vault, |
[01:00.41] | waiting for the moment it shall be recalled by some visitor, |
[01:09.13] | maybe, who is seeking release from a strange kind of sadness, |
[01:17.31] | some unknown disease. |
[01:20.66] | Its symptoms are madness, |
[01:24.01] | caused by the music in his head, |
[01:27.21] | sung by an endless choir, called: |
[01:31.66] | " the Voices of the Dead". |
[02:40.57] | It' s his longing for silence |
[02:43.56] | for the absence of sound |
[02:46.52] | that will lead him the hidden path below the ground |
[02:53.73] | Where he shall discover, |
[02:56.39] | though terror and fear, behind black iron doors .... |
[03:03.95] | something is sleeping here: |
[03:07.15] | a little dead baby, |
[03:10.41] | a young boy lies kept, |
[03:13.15] | so fragile and frightened, crippled and sad... |
ti: Tales From The Inverted Womb | |
ar: Sopor ? ternus the Ensemble of Shadows | |
al: | |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : AnnaVarney Cantodea |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : AnnaVarney Cantodea |
[00:00.00] | Tales From The Inverted Womb |
[00:27.34] | Alas, let me tell you about the beauty of the tomb: |
[00:34.23] | the stained glass, all viole n t, |
[00:37.66] | enhancing the gloom. |
[00:40.37] | Dark flowers, all withered, fragile and old, |
[00:47.68] | yet, their perfume still lingers like a secret untold. |
[00:54.15] | Like a dream, or a memory that floats in this vault, |
[01:00.41] | waiting for the moment it shall be recalled by some visitor, |
[01:09.13] | maybe, who is seeking release from a strange kind of sadness, |
[01:17.31] | some unknown disease. |
[01:20.66] | Its symptoms are madness, |
[01:24.01] | caused by the music in his head, |
[01:27.21] | sung by an endless choir, called: |
[01:31.66] | " the Voices of the Dead". |
[02:40.57] | It' s his longing for silence |
[02:43.56] | for the absence of sound |
[02:46.52] | that will lead him the hidden path below the ground |
[02:53.73] | Where he shall discover, |
[02:56.39] | though terror and fear, behind black iron doors .... |
[03:03.95] | something is sleeping here: |
[03:07.15] | a little dead baby, |
[03:10.41] | a young boy lies kept, |
[03:13.15] | so fragile and frightened, crippled and sad... |