| Song | What Is Eternal |
| Artist | Trans-Siberian Orchestra |
| Album | Beethoven's Last Night |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Kinkel, ONeill | |
| And here in the night as | |
| I feel the inferno | |
| I stare in the dark thinking what is eternal | |
| The man or the moment the act or the reason | |
| These thoughts fill my head as | |
| I contemplate treason | |
| Of dreams | |
| I have had and dreams | |
| I have pondered | |
| When late in the night my mind it would wander | |
| To things | |
| I have done and then quickly regretted | |
| While denying vices my life had selected | |
| And I think what | |
| I've done or have yet to begin | |
| And the man | |
| I've become and the man that | |
| I've beenNow caught in a waltz with the eternal dancer | |
| I'm courted by death but death isn't the answer | |
| I sayAll I was meant to be | |
| Could I suddenly just decide | |
| Not a thought would survive | |
| Could it be my life's worth | |
| Ended there with my birth | |
| If I could see someone who's been there before me | |
| And traded his soul for a moment of glory | |
| His penance or mercy by spirits debated | |
| While judged on a scale that's been heavily weighted | |
| And what have | |
| I done could there be such a sin | |
| In this man | |
| I've become, in this man that | |
| I've beenNow calling to | |
| God from the pit's very bottom | |
| I pray he forgives every sin | |
| I've forgotten this day | |
| And who would've thought that my fate it would conjure | |
| This twist in the road on which | |
| I have wandered | |
| Each vision and dream now completely dismembered | |
| To give one's whole life and find nothing's remembered | |
| And what good is a life that leaves nothing behind | |
| Not a thought or a dream that might echo in time | |
| The years and the hours the seconds and minutes | |
| And everything that my life has placed in it betrayed | |
| Betrayed, betrayed | |
| The things | |
| I have done the places | |
| I've beenThe cost of my dreams the weight of my sins | |
| And everything that | |
| I've gathered in life | |
| Could it be lost, could it be lost in this | |
| Could it be lost in this night |
| zuo qu : Kinkel, ONeill | |
| And here in the night as | |
| I feel the inferno | |
| I stare in the dark thinking what is eternal | |
| The man or the moment the act or the reason | |
| These thoughts fill my head as | |
| I contemplate treason | |
| Of dreams | |
| I have had and dreams | |
| I have pondered | |
| When late in the night my mind it would wander | |
| To things | |
| I have done and then quickly regretted | |
| While denying vices my life had selected | |
| And I think what | |
| I' ve done or have yet to begin | |
| And the man | |
| I' ve become and the man that | |
| I' ve beenNow caught in a waltz with the eternal dancer | |
| I' m courted by death but death isn' t the answer | |
| I sayAll I was meant to be | |
| Could I suddenly just decide | |
| Not a thought would survive | |
| Could it be my life' s worth | |
| Ended there with my birth | |
| If I could see someone who' s been there before me | |
| And traded his soul for a moment of glory | |
| His penance or mercy by spirits debated | |
| While judged on a scale that' s been heavily weighted | |
| And what have | |
| I done could there be such a sin | |
| In this man | |
| I' ve become, in this man that | |
| I' ve beenNow calling to | |
| God from the pit' s very bottom | |
| I pray he forgives every sin | |
| I' ve forgotten this day | |
| And who would' ve thought that my fate it would conjure | |
| This twist in the road on which | |
| I have wandered | |
| Each vision and dream now completely dismembered | |
| To give one' s whole life and find nothing' s remembered | |
| And what good is a life that leaves nothing behind | |
| Not a thought or a dream that might echo in time | |
| The years and the hours the seconds and minutes | |
| And everything that my life has placed in it betrayed | |
| Betrayed, betrayed | |
| The things | |
| I have done the places | |
| I' ve beenThe cost of my dreams the weight of my sins | |
| And everything that | |
| I' ve gathered in life | |
| Could it be lost, could it be lost in this | |
| Could it be lost in this night |
| zuò qǔ : Kinkel, ONeill | |
| And here in the night as | |
| I feel the inferno | |
| I stare in the dark thinking what is eternal | |
| The man or the moment the act or the reason | |
| These thoughts fill my head as | |
| I contemplate treason | |
| Of dreams | |
| I have had and dreams | |
| I have pondered | |
| When late in the night my mind it would wander | |
| To things | |
| I have done and then quickly regretted | |
| While denying vices my life had selected | |
| And I think what | |
| I' ve done or have yet to begin | |
| And the man | |
| I' ve become and the man that | |
| I' ve beenNow caught in a waltz with the eternal dancer | |
| I' m courted by death but death isn' t the answer | |
| I sayAll I was meant to be | |
| Could I suddenly just decide | |
| Not a thought would survive | |
| Could it be my life' s worth | |
| Ended there with my birth | |
| If I could see someone who' s been there before me | |
| And traded his soul for a moment of glory | |
| His penance or mercy by spirits debated | |
| While judged on a scale that' s been heavily weighted | |
| And what have | |
| I done could there be such a sin | |
| In this man | |
| I' ve become, in this man that | |
| I' ve beenNow calling to | |
| God from the pit' s very bottom | |
| I pray he forgives every sin | |
| I' ve forgotten this day | |
| And who would' ve thought that my fate it would conjure | |
| This twist in the road on which | |
| I have wandered | |
| Each vision and dream now completely dismembered | |
| To give one' s whole life and find nothing' s remembered | |
| And what good is a life that leaves nothing behind | |
| Not a thought or a dream that might echo in time | |
| The years and the hours the seconds and minutes | |
| And everything that my life has placed in it betrayed | |
| Betrayed, betrayed | |
| The things | |
| I have done the places | |
| I' ve beenThe cost of my dreams the weight of my sins | |
| And everything that | |
| I' ve gathered in life | |
| Could it be lost, could it be lost in this | |
| Could it be lost in this night |