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Vanishing

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  • 作词 : David Randall Blythe/William M. Adler/John Steven Campbell/Mark Duane Morton
    作曲 : David Randall Blythe/William M. Adler/John Steven Campbell/Mark Duane Morton
    Strode across the smoky floors in time
    To bear witness and hear the death of paradigms
    Lords of sound and simple vice
    Young gods severe and satellites.

    Augmented nights, adrenaline
    Of nicotine and satin skin.

    That world is dead, just memories
    A faded scene inside of me
    Vanishing.

    Born of earth shaking Maldoror
    The legion crushed what came before
    Imploded meaning for the youth
    Who never knew the joy of truth.

    Their pale and pallid replication
    Could never spark a true creation.

    That world is dead, just memories
    A faded scene inside of me
    Vanishing.

    Scorched minds and stark narration
    Adroit intent not imitation.
    Blurred reflections, a better time
    Post-modern tantrums on a father’s dime.

    Vanishing.

    A shining path beckons me, never to be seen again.

  • 作词 : David Randall Blythe/William M. Adler/John Steven Campbell/Mark Duane Morton
    作曲 : David Randall Blythe/William M. Adler/John Steven Campbell/Mark Duane Morton
    Strode across the smoky floors in time
    To bear witness and hear the death of paradigms
    Lords of sound and simple vice
    Young gods severe and satellites.

    Augmented nights, adrenaline
    Of nicotine and satin skin.

    That world is dead, just memories
    A faded scene inside of me
    Vanishing.

    Born of earth shaking Maldoror
    The legion crushed what came before
    Imploded meaning for the youth
    Who never knew the joy of truth.

    Their pale and pallid replication
    Could never spark a true creation.

    That world is dead, just memories
    A faded scene inside of me
    Vanishing.

    Scorched minds and stark narration
    Adroit intent not imitation.
    Blurred reflections, a better time
    Post-modern tantrums on a father’s dime.

    Vanishing.

    A shining path beckons me, never to be seen again.