Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Звук


Інтерфейс


Рівень складності


Акцент



мова інтерфейсу

uk

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
1
зареєструватись / увійти
Lyrkit

донат

5$

Lyrkit

донат

10$

Lyrkit

донат

20$

Lyrkit

Та/Або підтримай мене в соц. мережах:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Agalloch

Of Stone, Wind And Pillor

 

Of Stone, Wind And Pillor

(альбом: Of Stone, Wind And Pillor - 2001)


It was not long ago when I had fallen from this mortal world
Lost in dream flight to pierce the horizon as a bird...

Is this life the pillor I must bear?
To grow in this wretched world?
With hate each day I burn...
The birds above, they ride the winds
And from each piercing talon dangles a soul

The stone awaits my fall
Upon a grave I dug myself
The birds sing their requiems
Please lend me your wisdom to fly above the heavens
Across seas of gold, to my land of frostbitten, ageless night

Let me dig my own grave
Let me, oh precious noose of mine
You are my mother, whose womb around my neck
Grants me a world of cold nihility
An endless winter night
A bitter, black frozen hell
For me
Forever!

Is this the pillor I must bear?
To die on this fucking world?
With hate I die and burn...
The birds above, they caress the winds
They lend me the wisdom to fly...

готово

Ти додав собі всі незнайомі слова із цієї пісні?