| Song | After Dark |
| Artist | Agathodaimon |
| Album | Blacken The Angel |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Alone with my shadows I've come | |
| To sing the twilight's hymn every time | |
| A new day dawns onto a place most desirable | |
| Grateful disembodiment | |
| ..to pierce some holes into our horizon of perception | |
| which new imaginations could penetrate thru... | |
| Our dreams will shine like thunder | |
| On a senseless rainy day | |
| Wrapped in the dank breathing | |
| Of both nature and man | |
| The stars look all too near | |
| The senses lie so far | |
| But it's not the way we fear | |
| It's more the thing we are | |
| The stars look all too near | |
| The seasons, oh, so dark | |
| It's not the way we fear | |
| It's more the way we are | |
| Didn't pain prove life | |
| With its reasons all hallowed | |
| Didn't fight prove darkness | |
| With its shadows eclipsed? | |
| ..und die Maschine der Welt kehrt zurück... | |
| Auspressend den Lebenssaft aus meinen Knochen | |
| Bin erneut Vergangenheit, ohne Herz, trist und kalt | |
| Die tote Zeit legt ihren kalten Körper auf meine feuchte Haut | |
| ..und wird zur Ewigkeit... | |
| Didn't pain prove life | |
| With its reasons all hallowed | |
| Didn't light prove darkness | |
| With its shadows eclipsed | |
| Alone with my shadow I'm gone | |
| Still I hear the twilight's hymn everytime | |
| Life continues its sculptures | |
| Like poetry without rhyme! |
| Alone with my shadows I' ve come | |
| To sing the twilight' s hymn every time | |
| A new day dawns onto a place most desirable | |
| Grateful disembodiment | |
| .. to pierce some holes into our horizon of perception | |
| which new imaginations could penetrate thru... | |
| Our dreams will shine like thunder | |
| On a senseless rainy day | |
| Wrapped in the dank breathing | |
| Of both nature and man | |
| The stars look all too near | |
| The senses lie so far | |
| But it' s not the way we fear | |
| It' s more the thing we are | |
| The stars look all too near | |
| The seasons, oh, so dark | |
| It' s not the way we fear | |
| It' s more the way we are | |
| Didn' t pain prove life | |
| With its reasons all hallowed | |
| Didn' t fight prove darkness | |
| With its shadows eclipsed? | |
| .. und die Maschine der Welt kehrt zurü ck... | |
| Auspressend den Lebenssaft aus meinen Knochen | |
| Bin erneut Vergangenheit, ohne Herz, trist und kalt | |
| Die tote Zeit legt ihren kalten K rper auf meine feuchte Haut | |
| .. und wird zur Ewigkeit... | |
| Didn' t pain prove life | |
| With its reasons all hallowed | |
| Didn' t light prove darkness | |
| With its shadows eclipsed | |
| Alone with my shadow I' m gone | |
| Still I hear the twilight' s hymn everytime | |
| Life continues its sculptures | |
| Like poetry without rhyme! |
| Alone with my shadows I' ve come | |
| To sing the twilight' s hymn every time | |
| A new day dawns onto a place most desirable | |
| Grateful disembodiment | |
| .. to pierce some holes into our horizon of perception | |
| which new imaginations could penetrate thru... | |
| Our dreams will shine like thunder | |
| On a senseless rainy day | |
| Wrapped in the dank breathing | |
| Of both nature and man | |
| The stars look all too near | |
| The senses lie so far | |
| But it' s not the way we fear | |
| It' s more the thing we are | |
| The stars look all too near | |
| The seasons, oh, so dark | |
| It' s not the way we fear | |
| It' s more the way we are | |
| Didn' t pain prove life | |
| With its reasons all hallowed | |
| Didn' t fight prove darkness | |
| With its shadows eclipsed? | |
| .. und die Maschine der Welt kehrt zurü ck... | |
| Auspressend den Lebenssaft aus meinen Knochen | |
| Bin erneut Vergangenheit, ohne Herz, trist und kalt | |
| Die tote Zeit legt ihren kalten K rper auf meine feuchte Haut | |
| .. und wird zur Ewigkeit... | |
| Didn' t pain prove life | |
| With its reasons all hallowed | |
| Didn' t light prove darkness | |
| With its shadows eclipsed | |
| Alone with my shadow I' m gone | |
| Still I hear the twilight' s hymn everytime | |
| Life continues its sculptures | |
| Like poetry without rhyme! |