| Song | In Vastness, I Transfigure |
| Artist | And Hell Followed With |
| Album | Proprioception |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : And Hell Followed With, Holland | |
| Nothing in life could prepare me for such unendingness. | |
| The cadence of my heart began to swell as I beheld what no man had ever before. | |
| A simplistic procedure now the bane of my entirety. | |
| From sternum to pelvis, the incision cleaves the sky above the silent tomes within. | |
| And my eyes beheld such vastness that I had never know before. | |
| This madness thus made flesh beneath me stretches beyond comprehension. | |
| "Do these mortal eyes deceive?" I question as I kneel before eternity. | |
| By what hands and through what means was this monstrosity, this endlessness entombed beneath the flesh of a man? | |
| This index of untold dimensions and length containing every moment and thought of not only he, but of we the entire race. | |
| Our very existence cataloged like fables in paper and ink. | |
| Can such a word callous hearts such as it now shall mine forever? | |
| Existence? | |
| If we feeble things can call it such. | |
| Enveloped in shadow, my heart in disarray, I descend through endlessness within. | |
| My very purpose now in question for I remain so small amidst their glory (the stars). | |
| The edge of the scalpel caresses my throat, a means to an end in fear of all I have known. | |
| I have now only the screams of my former physical self. | |
| The sound of its suffering comforts me for it is all I know in this infinite darkness. |
| zuo qu : And Hell Followed With, Holland | |
| Nothing in life could prepare me for such unendingness. | |
| The cadence of my heart began to swell as I beheld what no man had ever before. | |
| A simplistic procedure now the bane of my entirety. | |
| From sternum to pelvis, the incision cleaves the sky above the silent tomes within. | |
| And my eyes beheld such vastness that I had never know before. | |
| This madness thus made flesh beneath me stretches beyond comprehension. | |
| " Do these mortal eyes deceive?" I question as I kneel before eternity. | |
| By what hands and through what means was this monstrosity, this endlessness entombed beneath the flesh of a man? | |
| This index of untold dimensions and length containing every moment and thought of not only he, but of we the entire race. | |
| Our very existence cataloged like fables in paper and ink. | |
| Can such a word callous hearts such as it now shall mine forever? | |
| Existence? | |
| If we feeble things can call it such. | |
| Enveloped in shadow, my heart in disarray, I descend through endlessness within. | |
| My very purpose now in question for I remain so small amidst their glory the stars. | |
| The edge of the scalpel caresses my throat, a means to an end in fear of all I have known. | |
| I have now only the screams of my former physical self. | |
| The sound of its suffering comforts me for it is all I know in this infinite darkness. |
| zuò qǔ : And Hell Followed With, Holland | |
| Nothing in life could prepare me for such unendingness. | |
| The cadence of my heart began to swell as I beheld what no man had ever before. | |
| A simplistic procedure now the bane of my entirety. | |
| From sternum to pelvis, the incision cleaves the sky above the silent tomes within. | |
| And my eyes beheld such vastness that I had never know before. | |
| This madness thus made flesh beneath me stretches beyond comprehension. | |
| " Do these mortal eyes deceive?" I question as I kneel before eternity. | |
| By what hands and through what means was this monstrosity, this endlessness entombed beneath the flesh of a man? | |
| This index of untold dimensions and length containing every moment and thought of not only he, but of we the entire race. | |
| Our very existence cataloged like fables in paper and ink. | |
| Can such a word callous hearts such as it now shall mine forever? | |
| Existence? | |
| If we feeble things can call it such. | |
| Enveloped in shadow, my heart in disarray, I descend through endlessness within. | |
| My very purpose now in question for I remain so small amidst their glory the stars. | |
| The edge of the scalpel caresses my throat, a means to an end in fear of all I have known. | |
| I have now only the screams of my former physical self. | |
| The sound of its suffering comforts me for it is all I know in this infinite darkness. |