LRC歌词
[ilingku:052]
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[by:天琴实验室AI生成v1.0]
[00:45.570]As we journey over to the summit
[01:26.040]We hear the echoes of dispossession
[01:38.820]Who is to worry about our affliction
[01:46.950]When my body departs from the shame
[01:59.220]The wickedness my sinfullness
[02:00.300]You may swell to the elysian fields
[02:02.610]But the befall of Marduk will trace the literal thruth
[02:24.150]The Utuk xul Wine's Holy Fool
[02:31.470]Whereby to capture and atone the clouded soul
[02:38.340]The weeping apparition looks for duration
[02:52.950]Conjectures of being vulgar then godless ways
[03:08.340]Euphony sounds the sanctum bell
[03:11.880]I will structure the ordained spell
[03:15.840]Guide the mistress versus the throne
[03:40.800]Here's the first seed of the inquisition
[04:12.870]Black lake current sailed past the rushes
[04:16.560]Dismal heights will melt the scarlet snow
[04:20.670]I'll give my sorrow to the lady in white
[04:24.240]'O' pale flower you'll feel the vein in depth '
[04:40.260]The wanderers of the eroded
[04:43.980]The gates of Ganzir
[05:00.630]The Magnum Opus
[05:11.880]The Xenolith
[05:14.370]Monuments of a vanquished civilization
[05:23.640]A cenotaph of theomorphic conjurations
[05:49.410]Sempiternity of the ones of our underworld
[06:04.800]Archetypal images awaits the declivity
[06:05.610]Infinite and profane thrones
[06:07.680]Absymal sighs of the d**ned
[06:09.330]Feel the intention by depressing your own god
文本歌词
As we journey over to the summit
We hear the echoes of dispossession
Who is to worry about our affliction
When my body departs from the shame
The wickedness my sinfullness
You may swell to the elysian fields
But the befall of Marduk will trace the literal thruth
The Utuk xul Wine's Holy Fool
Whereby to capture and atone the clouded soul
The weeping apparition looks for duration
Conjectures of being vulgar then godless ways
Euphony sounds the sanctum bell
I will structure the ordained spell
Guide the mistress versus the throne
Here's the first seed of the inquisition
Black lake current sailed past the rushes
Dismal heights will melt the scarlet snow
I'll give my sorrow to the lady in white
'O' pale flower you'll feel the vein in depth '
The wanderers of the eroded
The gates of Ganzir
The Magnum Opus
The Xenolith
Monuments of a vanquished civilization
A cenotaph of theomorphic conjurations
Sempiternity of the ones of our underworld
Archetypal images awaits the declivity
Infinite and profane thrones
Absymal sighs of the d**ned
Feel the intention by depressing your own god