| Song | Transfiguration |
| Artist | Sopor Æternus & the Ensemble of Shadows |
| Album | Dead Lover's Sarabande (Face Two) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea |
| [00:01.00] | 作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea |
| [01:28.00] | Nothing is in this world can be |
| [01:30.73] | as immaculate and pure |
| [01:33.44] | as the love of us Cold Ones for the dead. |
| [01:40.26] | Our love lives only in those fleeting moments of recollection ... |
| [01:46.59] | - memories we're fearing to forget. |
| [01:53.11] | |
| [02:17.69] | Our love knows neither kiss or touch, |
| [02:20.62] | we are embracing dust, air or ourselves |
| [02:24.52] | when visualizing what we've lost. |
| [02:30.07] | Awoken by a sound or scent, |
| [02:33.07] | some visions call sad phantoms ..., |
| [02:35.74] | floating, wrapped in fading colours ... |
| [02:39.43] | - our lament. |
| [02:43.63] | |
| [03:08.53] | And then there is the all-devouring dread: |
| [03:15.20] | "Some day I might not bring him back ..., |
| [03:21.02] | when my feeble mind can't help |
| [03:25.61] | but lose the contours of his face." |
| [03:32.86] | Lost forever, lone and sad, |
| [03:38.94] | gone forever to the dead ... |
| [03:44.85] | - so far beyond the barriers of the opposite space. |
| [03:57.80] | Yet, alas, despite it all ... |
| [04:03.78] | walking through these deserted halls ... |
| [04:10.26] | It's easy ... still ... to love the dead...- |
| [04:19.63] | It's easier to love the dead. |
| [04:25.60] |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : AnnaVarney Cantodea |
| [00:01.00] | zuo ci : AnnaVarney Cantodea |
| [01:28.00] | Nothing is in this world can be |
| [01:30.73] | as immaculate and pure |
| [01:33.44] | as the love of us Cold Ones for the dead. |
| [01:40.26] | Our love lives only in those fleeting moments of recollection ... |
| [01:46.59] | memories we' re fearing to forget. |
| [01:53.11] | |
| [02:17.69] | Our love knows neither kiss or touch, |
| [02:20.62] | we are embracing dust, air or ourselves |
| [02:24.52] | when visualizing what we' ve lost. |
| [02:30.07] | Awoken by a sound or scent, |
| [02:33.07] | some visions call sad phantoms ..., |
| [02:35.74] | floating, wrapped in fading colours ... |
| [02:39.43] | our lament. |
| [02:43.63] | |
| [03:08.53] | And then there is the alldevouring dread: |
| [03:15.20] | " Some day I might not bring him back ..., |
| [03:21.02] | when my feeble mind can' t help |
| [03:25.61] | but lose the contours of his face." |
| [03:32.86] | Lost forever, lone and sad, |
| [03:38.94] | gone forever to the dead ... |
| [03:44.85] | so far beyond the barriers of the opposite space. |
| [03:57.80] | Yet, alas, despite it all ... |
| [04:03.78] | walking through these deserted halls ... |
| [04:10.26] | It' s easy ... still ... to love the dead... |
| [04:19.63] | It' s easier to love the dead. |
| [04:25.60] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : AnnaVarney Cantodea |
| [00:01.00] | zuò cí : AnnaVarney Cantodea |
| [01:28.00] | Nothing is in this world can be |
| [01:30.73] | as immaculate and pure |
| [01:33.44] | as the love of us Cold Ones for the dead. |
| [01:40.26] | Our love lives only in those fleeting moments of recollection ... |
| [01:46.59] | memories we' re fearing to forget. |
| [01:53.11] | |
| [02:17.69] | Our love knows neither kiss or touch, |
| [02:20.62] | we are embracing dust, air or ourselves |
| [02:24.52] | when visualizing what we' ve lost. |
| [02:30.07] | Awoken by a sound or scent, |
| [02:33.07] | some visions call sad phantoms ..., |
| [02:35.74] | floating, wrapped in fading colours ... |
| [02:39.43] | our lament. |
| [02:43.63] | |
| [03:08.53] | And then there is the alldevouring dread: |
| [03:15.20] | " Some day I might not bring him back ..., |
| [03:21.02] | when my feeble mind can' t help |
| [03:25.61] | but lose the contours of his face." |
| [03:32.86] | Lost forever, lone and sad, |
| [03:38.94] | gone forever to the dead ... |
| [03:44.85] | so far beyond the barriers of the opposite space. |
| [03:57.80] | Yet, alas, despite it all ... |
| [04:03.78] | walking through these deserted halls ... |
| [04:10.26] | It' s easy ... still ... to love the dead... |
| [04:19.63] | It' s easier to love the dead. |
| [04:25.60] |