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Batwings (A Limnal Hymn) - Coil.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Coil
[00:28.50](The key to joy is disobedience
[00:29.19]There is no guilt and there is no shame)
[00:29.94]A moon-piece to fetch up the golden cup
[00:37.89]A snow-piece to avoid the great heat of the sun
[00:47.19]Is kept in the night and by the light of the moon
[01:06.54]An ice-piece so as they seem forever fallen
[01:16.35]A night-piece of the dismal supper and strange entertainment
[01:35.31]A rare chance-piece, a handsome piece of deformity
[01:45.03]The skin of a snake bred out of the spinal marrow of a man
[02:09.06]With stones and illegible inscriptions found about great ruins
[02:18.57]Pictures of three remarkable steeples, or towers
[02:25.17]Built purposely awry, so as they seem eternally tipping and falling
[02:42.30]A transcendent perfume made of the richest odorates
[02:49.29]Kept in a box of translucent scale
[03:11.43]A glass of spirits made of ethereal salt, hermetically sealed up
[03:29.88]Kept continually in quicksilver, of so volatile a nature
[03:38.97]That it will scarcely endure the light
[03:49.47]And therefore only shown in winter
[03:57.99]Or by the light of a carbuncle, or a firefly
[04:18.21]And batwings
[04:19.47]And batwings
[04:19.77]And batwings sing this limnal hymn
[04:49.59]A wideness opening and closing to keep the darkness sealed within
[05:09.06]To keep the darkness sealed within
[05:16.47]To keep the darkness sealed within
[05:36.03]To keep the darkness sealed within
[05:37.65]A moon-piece to fetch up the golden cup
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作词 : Coil
(The key to joy is disobedience
There is no guilt and there is no shame)
A moon-piece to fetch up the golden cup
A snow-piece to avoid the great heat of the sun
Is kept in the night and by the light of the moon
An ice-piece so as they seem forever fallen
A night-piece of the dismal supper and strange entertainment
A rare chance-piece, a handsome piece of deformity
The skin of a snake bred out of the spinal marrow of a man
With stones and illegible inscriptions found about great ruins
Pictures of three remarkable steeples, or towers
Built purposely awry, so as they seem eternally tipping and falling
A transcendent perfume made of the richest odorates
Kept in a box of translucent scale
A glass of spirits made of ethereal salt, hermetically sealed up
Kept continually in quicksilver, of so volatile a nature
That it will scarcely endure the light
And therefore only shown in winter
Or by the light of a carbuncle, or a firefly
And batwings
And batwings
And batwings sing this limnal hymn
A wideness opening and closing to keep the darkness sealed within
To keep the darkness sealed within
To keep the darkness sealed within
To keep the darkness sealed within
A moon-piece to fetch up the golden cup