Take me in the temple of the evening sun Coming from there where's no life's remained Only the glow reflecting in the eyes of phrentics By the name of
Still the fields are in motion Not as pictures but as time Hunting the white plague In the absence of my body I watch myself drown in the blue aura Of
I waded through the darkest fields you'd imagine Your pretty face sketched on the barrel of my gun And I know you'll be the first to welcome me When I
...So embrace the flowers of fall and remember the rain which will ever weep over landscapes wide and grey and feed the rivers flowing into the waters
Traduction: Et des Océans. Le Vagabond Noire et le cygne de deux têtes.
Traduction: Athlète. Le chant du cygne noir.
Traduction: Lacrimas Profundere. Cygnes noirs.
Still the fields are in motion Not as pictures but as time Hunting the white plague In the absence of my body I watch myself drown in the blue aura
Still the fields are in motion Not as pictures but as time Hunting the white plague In the absence of my body I watch myself drown in the blue
I waded through the darkest fields you'd imagine Your pretty face sketched on the barrel of my gun And I know you'll be the first to welcome me When
(Instrumental) (Dank an Maria Aparecida fur den Text)
