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作词 : Satyricon
A rotating silvercolored plateau, drops that dance down the columns
Blue, cold and the raging starwind glowing colors at fearful speed indistnct pictures of prophets and visionaries in a galactic fog in outer space on an axis
In another reality on a supersonic journey inevitably he can see it, the lights are going out and he knows if he just could make us understand
In the emptiness there is nothing that can draw the picture you want just a stillborn child on hands that fumble
Raging, raging at incomprehensible pace the colors blinding, the plateau falls in outer hell
The disclose that we had to die...
We pit the hand that fed us in outer space on an axis
In another reality on a supersonic journey
Is this what is yet to come, or a madman's reflection of the soul?
As when his heart cried out in pain when he perceived what burdens we were to bear
