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Autumn is my Sin - Nahemah.lrc

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[00:38.994]From the deepest dream,
[00:43.240]I caught a glimpse of the silhouette,
[00:47.550]I was seduced by the purity,
[00:51.800]That could never be tamed,
[00:56.233]Just as times does to leaves in golden fall,
[01:00.454]My worst nightmare was a sweet tragedy,
[01:05.047]That lifted itself over the bare trees,
[01:08.606]On an agonizing, desolate and withered forest,
[01:29.636]A fatal winter dwelled in my heart,
[01:34.100]When she raised her eyes,
[01:38.724]And shaved me the blaze of the moon,
[01:43.431]And I adored her,
[02:14.427]A tear falls in the loss of time,
[02:16.898]Under the weak light of my being,
[02:19.190]And its trail is nothing more than my soul,
[02:22.473]In the form of frost,
[02:25.423]Why were my prayers ignored
[02:30.853]Prayers from the frozen climate of my soul,
[02:36.095]Pleadings from a sacred dawn,
[02:41.315]Just ironic voices in my mind,
[02:46.474]“Whilst the honey tingled on my lips,”
[02:49.519]“I was crucified,”
[02:53.600]“Thrown to the passion of the night.”
[02:56.701]“Which embraced me with its pearl towers.”
[03:11.933]And I knew misery,
[03:30.465]A dying Christ was a heresy,
[03:35.034]That fell over me,
[03:38.995]Through the tainted lights of an illusion,
[03:46.332]Of a god that looked at me with scorn,
[04:41.381]Only then could I visualize my dream,
[04:49.829]My communion with her in the deepest passion,
[04:58.925]Of pagan eroticism,
[05:25.831]Fog is her silver veil,
[05:32.473]Covering two drops of water,
[05:35.570]With the most subtle dark fragrance,
[05:38.887]Drowning me with her movements til,
[05:41.352]The outrance,
[05:52.760]A lake full of black roses,
[06:32.879]My wife, I have shared blood with you,
[06:36.789]Underneath the shadows of the crows,
[06:40.748]That taint the sky,
[06:46.921]To succumb to the beauty,
[06:49.574]That pulled me down drowning me,
[06:54.037]In the days in which the grave,
[06:57.641]Sang for me.
文本歌词
From the deepest dream,
I caught a glimpse of the silhouette,
I was seduced by the purity,
That could never be tamed,
Just as times does to leaves in golden fall,
My worst nightmare was a sweet tragedy,
That lifted itself over the bare trees,
On an agonizing, desolate and withered forest,
A fatal winter dwelled in my heart,
When she raised her eyes,
And shaved me the blaze of the moon,
And I adored her,
A tear falls in the loss of time,
Under the weak light of my being,
And its trail is nothing more than my soul,
In the form of frost,
Why were my prayers ignored
Prayers from the frozen climate of my soul,
Pleadings from a sacred dawn,
Just ironic voices in my mind,
“Whilst the honey tingled on my lips,”
“I was crucified,”
“Thrown to the passion of the night.”
“Which embraced me with its pearl towers.”
And I knew misery,
A dying Christ was a heresy,
That fell over me,
Through the tainted lights of an illusion,
Of a god that looked at me with scorn,
Only then could I visualize my dream,
My communion with her in the deepest passion,
Of pagan eroticism,
Fog is her silver veil,
Covering two drops of water,
With the most subtle dark fragrance,
Drowning me with her movements til,
The outrance,
A lake full of black roses,
My wife, I have shared blood with you,
Underneath the shadows of the crows,
That taint the sky,
To succumb to the beauty,
That pulled me down drowning me,
In the days in which the grave,
Sang for me.