The valley of judg'ment. The forest of olde.
Where'd come the dread presence, so knowne afore?
Thou, who hath risen the oracle of lyes,
Hast thou witnes'd a shepherd feed on his flocke?
The virtues of loss. The hymnes of decay.
Dost thou have faith now, o dearest friend?
And dost thou now doubt Truth to be a liar,
Or dost thou doubt Lie in thy promythian rage?
Whence came thine yoke of grande tradition,
Hast thou not seen the structure clear?
Alas, 'tis the world without end.
A quenchlesse fire, a nest of trembling feare.
The virtues of loss. The hymnes of decay.
Dost thou have faith now, o dearest friend?
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:58.989]The valley of judg'ment. The forest of olde.
[01:13.271]Where'd come the dread presence, so knowne afore?
[02:09.553]Thou, who hath risen the oracle of lyes,
[02:20.930]Hast thou witnes'd a shepherd feed on his flocke?
[03:06.789]The virtues of loss. The hymnes of decay.
[03:22.354]Dost thou have faith now, o dearest friend?
[03:35.577]And dost thou now doubt Truth to be a liar,
[03:49.637]Or dost thou doubt Lie in thy promythian rage?
[04:32.488]Whence came thine yoke of grande tradition,
[04:51.198]Hast thou not seen the structure clear?
[05:09.239]Alas, 'tis the world without end.
[07:23.187]A quenchlesse fire, a nest of trembling feare.
[08:20.964]The virtues of loss. The hymnes of decay.
[08:37.956]Dost thou have faith now, o dearest friend?
The valley of judg'ment. The forest of olde.
Where'd come the dread presence, so knowne afore?
Thou, who hath risen the oracle of lyes,
Hast thou witnes'd a shepherd feed on his flocke?
The virtues of loss. The hymnes of decay.
Dost thou have faith now, o dearest friend?
And dost thou now doubt Truth to be a liar,
Or dost thou doubt Lie in thy promythian rage?
Whence came thine yoke of grande tradition,
Hast thou not seen the structure clear?
Alas, 'tis the world without end.
A quenchlesse fire, a nest of trembling feare.
The virtues of loss. The hymnes of decay.
Dost thou have faith now, o dearest friend?
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:58.989]The valley of judg'ment. The forest of olde.
[01:13.271]Where'd come the dread presence, so knowne afore?
[02:09.553]Thou, who hath risen the oracle of lyes,
[02:20.930]Hast thou witnes'd a shepherd feed on his flocke?
[03:06.789]The virtues of loss. The hymnes of decay.
[03:22.354]Dost thou have faith now, o dearest friend?
[03:35.577]And dost thou now doubt Truth to be a liar,
[03:49.637]Or dost thou doubt Lie in thy promythian rage?
[04:32.488]Whence came thine yoke of grande tradition,
[04:51.198]Hast thou not seen the structure clear?
[05:09.239]Alas, 'tis the world without end.
[07:23.187]A quenchlesse fire, a nest of trembling feare.
[08:20.964]The virtues of loss. The hymnes of decay.
[08:37.956]Dost thou have faith now, o dearest friend?
As if you didn't know how it feels to lose.
As if you didn't know how it feels to lose at dice with fate.
At least have some dignity.
there was no pa...
All hail the seer of confusion
To grind the sandstones of culture
And to reveal the true foundation
of terror and fevers
Under vigilant eyes
of watchd...
Behold the high order abstractors
and engineers alike
The virtuous, the chaste
Weaving new layers of oblivion
Behold the kings
and leaders of men
Warl...
Blessed be the tailors
The masks are cut to fit
Blessed be the woodworkers
The crosses and the gallows
Blessed be the forgers of iron
Blessed be the s...
Ground zero of transgression:
Whether ironic distance is true subversion
As it is carved in the structure
Therefore the language of the scourge
Should...
Some are born without a purpose
Other than prolonged demise in ornate ways
Most of the time it's pathetic, quick and useless
And good neighbours don't...
Between the damned,
the pissed and the outright insane
Grand architects of failure,
sculptors of loss
No golden thrones to follow
No shrines of solace...
The stench of zeitgeist
Is the incense of discarded shrines
As the corpses put on powder and rouge
So that the hoax can proceed, ever sidewards
The so...