| Song | The Pain Is Still Mine |
| Artist | Ihsahn |
| Album | The Adversary |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Ihsahn | |
| The word is easy | |
| Dripping sweet and cocky from the tongue | |
| Vaguely describing the taste of blood. | |
| A distant cry arise | |
| From the fathomless well | |
| That is my soul. | |
| I can not hear the words | |
| So I throw my heart in | |
| Like a coin | |
| And wish that it would sink forever. | |
| A purpose, a sacrifice | |
| Or merely temptation? | |
| Is my solitude anything but a perversion | |
| Of my vanity? | |
| I never cared for this weak inclination | |
| This paranoid tendency | |
| To flock. | |
| And in between all the noise | |
| All the guilt | |
| A silence would carry my spirit away | |
| From diminishing obsessions. | |
| Away from fools and poisonous flies. | |
| The birth of a dreamer. | |
| Behold, an angel of vengeance | |
| A lion | |
| A sword of fire | |
| Alas, the burden of my heart | |
| Is violence undone | |
| Pain unfulfilled | |
| Silence. | |
| When I finally cut deep | |
| Into the flesh of guilt | |
| The un-naked body of shame | |
| And the veins of repentance | |
| Open wide | |
| Sending rivers of blood | |
| Into my mouth | |
| The pain is still mine. |
| zuo qu : Ihsahn | |
| The word is easy | |
| Dripping sweet and cocky from the tongue | |
| Vaguely describing the taste of blood. | |
| A distant cry arise | |
| From the fathomless well | |
| That is my soul. | |
| I can not hear the words | |
| So I throw my heart in | |
| Like a coin | |
| And wish that it would sink forever. | |
| A purpose, a sacrifice | |
| Or merely temptation? | |
| Is my solitude anything but a perversion | |
| Of my vanity? | |
| I never cared for this weak inclination | |
| This paranoid tendency | |
| To flock. | |
| And in between all the noise | |
| All the guilt | |
| A silence would carry my spirit away | |
| From diminishing obsessions. | |
| Away from fools and poisonous flies. | |
| The birth of a dreamer. | |
| Behold, an angel of vengeance | |
| A lion | |
| A sword of fire | |
| Alas, the burden of my heart | |
| Is violence undone | |
| Pain unfulfilled | |
| Silence. | |
| When I finally cut deep | |
| Into the flesh of guilt | |
| The unnaked body of shame | |
| And the veins of repentance | |
| Open wide | |
| Sending rivers of blood | |
| Into my mouth | |
| The pain is still mine. |
| zuò qǔ : Ihsahn | |
| The word is easy | |
| Dripping sweet and cocky from the tongue | |
| Vaguely describing the taste of blood. | |
| A distant cry arise | |
| From the fathomless well | |
| That is my soul. | |
| I can not hear the words | |
| So I throw my heart in | |
| Like a coin | |
| And wish that it would sink forever. | |
| A purpose, a sacrifice | |
| Or merely temptation? | |
| Is my solitude anything but a perversion | |
| Of my vanity? | |
| I never cared for this weak inclination | |
| This paranoid tendency | |
| To flock. | |
| And in between all the noise | |
| All the guilt | |
| A silence would carry my spirit away | |
| From diminishing obsessions. | |
| Away from fools and poisonous flies. | |
| The birth of a dreamer. | |
| Behold, an angel of vengeance | |
| A lion | |
| A sword of fire | |
| Alas, the burden of my heart | |
| Is violence undone | |
| Pain unfulfilled | |
| Silence. | |
| When I finally cut deep | |
| Into the flesh of guilt | |
| The unnaked body of shame | |
| And the veins of repentance | |
| Open wide | |
| Sending rivers of blood | |
| Into my mouth | |
| The pain is still mine. |