| Song | Red Sulphur |
| Artist | Menace Ruine |
| Album | Venus Armata |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Beside my ghost | |
| I suppose I was there | |
| But in my soul I swear | |
| I wasn’t, but feeding this vine growing inside | |
| Without my knowledge | |
| I was driven off course | |
| And all this bound me to you | |
| You never had any role to play | |
| But to shine as a beacon | |
| What if I had let it run wild | |
| Brought it into the light of day | |
| Instead of nurturing it | |
| in my silent soul | |
| The antidote is inside this sword | |
| Looming above our heads | |
| With its unique poison to be cooked | |
| Why is this holding me down | |
| While I try to rise up | |
| Is this fight between the two birds | |
| insoluble and eternal? | |
| From this tension I know I can grow | |
| But the chasm is too vast | |
| Will I ever marry both worlds, | |
| or leave one behind? | |
| What will emanate from this war? | |
| What will fly above water? | |
| What fugitive matter am I made of? | |
| Unearth the first one | |
| Don’t leave anything in the cold | |
| Lost in a hidden corner | |
| I know I will never rely on the world below to surrender | |
| I’ll take the sword by force and turn it against myself | |
| Be the knight of my own hell | |
| And my own glory | |
| Or let the sword fall over my head | |
| Be the king of my own health | |
| And by its unique poison, | |
| The queen of my soul | |
| Beside my ghost | |
| I suppose I was there | |
| But in my soul I swear I wasn’t, | |
| but feeding this love like a peaceful fire | |
| Now I shall be truly resigned | |
| And leave it deep inside | |
| The devil may say it is not real but who cares now | |
| When I thought I was at the end of my rope | |
| Suddenly I was bold | |
| And utterly transformed | |
| From the deepest core of my being | |
| The winged bird has risen, | |
| And looked at me without fear |
| Beside my ghost | |
| I suppose I was there | |
| But in my soul I swear | |
| I wasn' t, but feeding this vine growing inside | |
| Without my knowledge | |
| I was driven off course | |
| And all this bound me to you | |
| You never had any role to play | |
| But to shine as a beacon | |
| What if I had let it run wild | |
| Brought it into the light of day | |
| Instead of nurturing it | |
| in my silent soul | |
| The antidote is inside this sword | |
| Looming above our heads | |
| With its unique poison to be cooked | |
| Why is this holding me down | |
| While I try to rise up | |
| Is this fight between the two birds | |
| insoluble and eternal? | |
| From this tension I know I can grow | |
| But the chasm is too vast | |
| Will I ever marry both worlds, | |
| or leave one behind? | |
| What will emanate from this war? | |
| What will fly above water? | |
| What fugitive matter am I made of? | |
| Unearth the first one | |
| Don' t leave anything in the cold | |
| Lost in a hidden corner | |
| I know I will never rely on the world below to surrender | |
| I' ll take the sword by force and turn it against myself | |
| Be the knight of my own hell | |
| And my own glory | |
| Or let the sword fall over my head | |
| Be the king of my own health | |
| And by its unique poison, | |
| The queen of my soul | |
| Beside my ghost | |
| I suppose I was there | |
| But in my soul I swear I wasn' t, | |
| but feeding this love like a peaceful fire | |
| Now I shall be truly resigned | |
| And leave it deep inside | |
| The devil may say it is not real but who cares now | |
| When I thought I was at the end of my rope | |
| Suddenly I was bold | |
| And utterly transformed | |
| From the deepest core of my being | |
| The winged bird has risen, | |
| And looked at me without fear |
| Beside my ghost | |
| I suppose I was there | |
| But in my soul I swear | |
| I wasn' t, but feeding this vine growing inside | |
| Without my knowledge | |
| I was driven off course | |
| And all this bound me to you | |
| You never had any role to play | |
| But to shine as a beacon | |
| What if I had let it run wild | |
| Brought it into the light of day | |
| Instead of nurturing it | |
| in my silent soul | |
| The antidote is inside this sword | |
| Looming above our heads | |
| With its unique poison to be cooked | |
| Why is this holding me down | |
| While I try to rise up | |
| Is this fight between the two birds | |
| insoluble and eternal? | |
| From this tension I know I can grow | |
| But the chasm is too vast | |
| Will I ever marry both worlds, | |
| or leave one behind? | |
| What will emanate from this war? | |
| What will fly above water? | |
| What fugitive matter am I made of? | |
| Unearth the first one | |
| Don' t leave anything in the cold | |
| Lost in a hidden corner | |
| I know I will never rely on the world below to surrender | |
| I' ll take the sword by force and turn it against myself | |
| Be the knight of my own hell | |
| And my own glory | |
| Or let the sword fall over my head | |
| Be the king of my own health | |
| And by its unique poison, | |
| The queen of my soul | |
| Beside my ghost | |
| I suppose I was there | |
| But in my soul I swear I wasn' t, | |
| but feeding this love like a peaceful fire | |
| Now I shall be truly resigned | |
| And leave it deep inside | |
| The devil may say it is not real but who cares now | |
| When I thought I was at the end of my rope | |
| Suddenly I was bold | |
| And utterly transformed | |
| From the deepest core of my being | |
| The winged bird has risen, | |
| And looked at me without fear |