[00:00.000] 作词 : Philippe Fichot
[00:00.300] 作曲 : Philippe Fichot
[00:00.600]InHuman -Die Form
[00:29.958]Like a deadened nerve
[00:33.508]Which never calms down
[00:36.998]My body's arching
[00:40.568]Under this sputtering noise
[00:44.398]Remains of wings
[00:47.468]Mingled with bones that wind
[00:51.868]Divides and scatters in secret
[01:14.283]Immured fluid beauty
[01:17.643]In my gold casket
[01:21.103]Of ruins like a pearl
[01:25.153]I fall asleep
[01:28.813]Between sky and earth
[01:32.523]Your shadow's dissolving
[01:36.153]Deep down inside me
[01:39.793]Deep down inside me
[02:20.762]In this day-nigth
[02:24.122]Slow death agony
[02:27.982]You give yourself up
[02:31.622]To the secret of my lips
[02:35.242]And discover an urn to my viscera
[02:42.582]Long floating strings
[02:46.242]Lost in black waters
[02:49.962]Sweeping away our memories
[03:12.331]Remorse is like this clear noise
[03:15.870]Of the ink shunning me
[03:19.470]Half-moon eye
[03:23.170]Where to hide myself
[03:26.950]I give myself up
[03:30.480]To the driving rain
[03:34.260]While my teeth are squeezing you
[03:41.760]Remorse is like this dull noise
[03:45.340]Of the hammer hitting you
[03:48.970]There beauty takes form
[03:52.660]Only at dead of night

作词 : Philippe Fichot
作曲 : Philippe Fichot
InHuman -Die Form
Like a deadened nerve
Which never calms down
My body's arching
Under this sputtering noise
Remains of wings
Mingled with bones that wind
Divides and scatters in secret
Immured fluid beauty
In my gold casket
Of ruins like a pearl
I fall asleep
Between sky and earth
Your shadow's dissolving
Deep down inside me
Deep down inside me
In this day-nigth
Slow death agony
You give yourself up
To the secret of my lips
And discover an urn to my viscera
Long floating strings
Lost in black waters
Sweeping away our memories
Remorse is like this clear noise
Of the ink shunning me
Half-moon eye
Where to hide myself
I give myself up
To the driving rain
While my teeth are squeezing you
Remorse is like this dull noise
Of the hammer hitting you
There beauty takes form
Only at dead of night