| Song | Back To Times Of Splendor |
| Artist | Disillusion |
| Album | Back To Times Of Splendor |
| 作曲 : Disillusion, Vurtox | |
| Half way through the wheat, my golden foe | |
| With his itching ears in the scorching heat. | |
| The weight of summer, torment to my hands | |
| Armed with a sickle | |
| I am out for his beguiling glance. | |
| Thought I heared a mare neighing from the creek | |
| Where in every hour spared we anxiously would meet. | |
| Drunken whispers noone could hear 'til the day when hordes of wasps | |
| Poisoned every hour so passed. | |
| She was faint as | |
| I when she spoke to me. | |
| Reluctantly. | |
| Words came through | |
| Words of leaving here and leaving me. | |
| And her eyes grew bigger then | |
| Bound in moonlit glittering. | |
| She Leaned to me and whispered tears into my ear. | |
| Well, I went to see the creek again | |
| And many a day | |
| I'd stand at its shoreline wondering | |
| If it might be heading north | |
| Through the timber, passed the lake and our chalet should have gone with her, should have gone with me. | |
| But I stayed when she begged me to come with her, never to separate, never to be alone. | |
| And lept silent when | |
| I should have sung the song of heart | |
| And remained loyal to the thief. | |
| There is a road that | |
| I must travel | |
| May it be paved or unseen | |
| May I be hindered by a thousand stones | |
| Still onward | |
| I'd crawl down on my knees | |
| At sudden swallows took upon the scene | |
| Heralding what | |
| I could not have foreseen a threat of rain on the dark horizon | |
| A strong foreboding of a storm arising. | |
| And willows'd roar, midges dazzled birches sigh from painful lessons lessons they'd learned in life that every stem breaks if bent too far. | |
| Will I run for a shelter and quiver ? | |
| Will I run away, be idle and shiver ? | |
| And thunders pound so hard, pound the drums of warfare | |
| Hungry clouds draw closer with reptile teeth as lightning | |
| Is it the fear of the inevitable that is keeping me awaiting? | |
| I am rigid as of reverence, still and enduring. | |
| I must have seen it coming. | |
| Oh my longing's neverending. | |
| Time's so pale | |
| So come with colors, paint it burning red | |
| I fear no more, can see clearly now | |
| The morning sun beyond the clouds. | |
| And when the dark night seems endless | |
| With only a quarter moon left of light | |
| I am longing back to times of splendor | |
| Longing far away, away from here and back to you. | |
| I swagger back and forth dancing the betrayer's dance | |
| For the last of all times, | |
| I swear For the last damn time, | |
| I swear ! | |
| I am over and through with all your lectures | |
| I know this is the right step to do | |
| Over and through with all you lectures | |
| I know this is the right thing to do ! if | |
| I don't leave now | |
| I will be lost in the hot burning dungeon they have oh so thoroughly prepared for me to all eternity. | |
| Hear her whispering feel my cheek ablaze | |
| And I take the first step of a thousand more to come. | |
| There is a road that | |
| I must travel | |
| May it be paved or unseen | |
| May I be hindered by a thousand stones | |
| Still onward | |
| I'd crawl down on my knees. |
| zuò qǔ : Disillusion, Vurtox | |
| Half way through the wheat, my golden foe | |
| With his itching ears in the scorching heat. | |
| The weight of summer, torment to my hands | |
| Armed with a sickle | |
| I am out for his beguiling glance. | |
| Thought I heared a mare neighing from the creek | |
| Where in every hour spared we anxiously would meet. | |
| Drunken whispers noone could hear ' til the day when hordes of wasps | |
| Poisoned every hour so passed. | |
| She was faint as | |
| I when she spoke to me. | |
| Reluctantly. | |
| Words came through | |
| Words of leaving here and leaving me. | |
| And her eyes grew bigger then | |
| Bound in moonlit glittering. | |
| She Leaned to me and whispered tears into my ear. | |
| Well, I went to see the creek again | |
| And many a day | |
| I' d stand at its shoreline wondering | |
| If it might be heading north | |
| Through the timber, passed the lake and our chalet should have gone with her, should have gone with me. | |
| But I stayed when she begged me to come with her, never to separate, never to be alone. | |
| And lept silent when | |
| I should have sung the song of heart | |
| And remained loyal to the thief. | |
| There is a road that | |
| I must travel | |
| May it be paved or unseen | |
| May I be hindered by a thousand stones | |
| Still onward | |
| I' d crawl down on my knees | |
| At sudden swallows took upon the scene | |
| Heralding what | |
| I could not have foreseen a threat of rain on the dark horizon | |
| A strong foreboding of a storm arising. | |
| And willows' d roar, midges dazzled birches sigh from painful lessons lessons they' d learned in life that every stem breaks if bent too far. | |
| Will I run for a shelter and quiver ? | |
| Will I run away, be idle and shiver ? | |
| And thunders pound so hard, pound the drums of warfare | |
| Hungry clouds draw closer with reptile teeth as lightning | |
| Is it the fear of the inevitable that is keeping me awaiting? | |
| I am rigid as of reverence, still and enduring. | |
| I must have seen it coming. | |
| Oh my longing' s neverending. | |
| Time' s so pale | |
| So come with colors, paint it burning red | |
| I fear no more, can see clearly now | |
| The morning sun beyond the clouds. | |
| And when the dark night seems endless | |
| With only a quarter moon left of light | |
| I am longing back to times of splendor | |
| Longing far away, away from here and back to you. | |
| I swagger back and forth dancing the betrayer' s dance | |
| For the last of all times, | |
| I swear For the last damn time, | |
| I swear ! | |
| I am over and through with all your lectures | |
| I know this is the right step to do | |
| Over and through with all you lectures | |
| I know this is the right thing to do ! if | |
| I don' t leave now | |
| I will be lost in the hot burning dungeon they have oh so thoroughly prepared for me to all eternity. | |
| Hear her whispering feel my cheek ablaze | |
| And I take the first step of a thousand more to come. | |
| There is a road that | |
| I must travel | |
| May it be paved or unseen | |
| May I be hindered by a thousand stones | |
| Still onward | |
| I' d crawl down on my knees. |