Consolatrix Has Left The Building
作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea
作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea
consolatrix has left the building
Strolling all alone...across the ancient cemetery...-
tell me, isn't everthing here...of a timeless green?!
I see that several visitors are also agthered here,
having an idle, little saunter on the old graveyard...just like me.
i keep a chandle burning for myself so i won't feel all alone;
we should have done so, but we never celebrated anythin here at all.
A leaden weariness creeps viscously like syrup down the hills,
felling everybody...as it crawls upon the monuments...-
only i escape its power, for the moment seem immune;
yet, two eldery ladies, guarding the right, the future tomb
are scolding me, so filled with anger, filled with envy and disdain:
"The dead are furios with you!
as you're wasting your precios time!"
Now there are faces in the carpet, there are people living in the walls;
I hear the dead are calling: "sadness lies in wait in the hours before
dawn!"
These moments, fleeting as they are, they testify to us
they are the silent witnesses of a reason about to pass;
I cannot but admit, carelessly ignoring life's finiteness,
that i am filled with fear and worry...and so much shame because of this.
Well, everthing I see, yeas all the iomages are blurred,
it's hard to guess the future in the short-sighted world.
How should this simple handicap be lightly well ignored,
considering the dreadful blindness with wich i have been born.
We should have done so, but we never celebrated anything here at all;
I hear the dead are calling: "sadness lies in wait in the darkest hours...
...right before the dawn!"
Consolatrix Has Left The BuildingLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea
[00:09.387]consolatrix has left the building
[00:31.790]Strolling all alone...across the ancient cemetery...-
[00:36.379]tell me, isn't everthing here...of a timeless green?!
[00:41.209]I see that several visitors are also agthered here,
[00:47.290]having an idle, little saunter on the old graveyard...just like me.
[01:23.769]i keep a chandle burning for myself so i won't feel all alone;
[01:32.519]we should have done so, but we never celebrated anythin here at all.
[02:06.728]A leaden weariness creeps viscously like syrup down the hills,
[02:12.660]felling everybody...as it crawls upon the monuments...-
[02:17.136]only i escape its power, for the moment seem immune;
[02:22.256]yet, two eldery ladies, guarding the right, the future tomb
[02:30.369]are scolding me, so filled with anger, filled with envy and disdain:
[02:32.576]"The dead are furios with you!
[02:35.226]as you're wasting your precios time!"
[02:57.267]Now there are faces in the carpet, there are people living in the walls;
[03:07.599]I hear the dead are calling: "sadness lies in wait in the hours before
[03:12.367]dawn!"
[03:19.736]These moments, fleeting as they are, they testify to us
[03:24.188]they are the silent witnesses of a reason about to pass;
[03:29.387]I cannot but admit, carelessly ignoring life's finiteness,
[03:33.226]that i am filled with fear and worry...and so much shame because of this.
[03:40.156]Well, everthing I see, yeas all the iomages are blurred,
[03:43.207]
[03:44.376]it's hard to guess the future in the short-sighted world.
[03:49.527]How should this simple handicap be lightly well ignored,
[03:54.869]considering the dreadful blindness with wich i have been born.
[03:59.696]We should have done so, but we never celebrated anything here at all;
[04:09.506]I hear the dead are calling: "sadness lies in wait in the darkest hours...
[04:19.286]...right before the dawn!"
