The Devil's Instrument歌词

作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea
作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea
Thoughts are spinning their inescapable threads
transforming us cruelly into marionettes
Everything
I feel is pain and the
Devil holds us in his hands.
Buried desperately in my chest
a rose for myself and a rose for the dead.
A serenade of tears,
lifelessly we feel the beat,
though no orchestra is there to be seen...
I am you,
I am you - you are me,
what I am, what are you
who are we ?
What is truth and what is lie
Who are you and what am I?
In a cradle of mercy
we are sleeping the half-sleep of oblivion.
No holy water could wash away our faults
nor do benediction purify our unclean souls.
The gates remain locked for the wingless children of wrath
so long ago splintered and trodden down
as children of glass...
Please, my Lord,
extinguish the light,
the illumination hurts my eyes.
My choice was wrong, so wrong:
truly everything we feel is pain...
Why and who are you and me?
Who are you and who are we?
What is true and what is lie?
Who are you and who am I?
We are crying with wolves
like stones we are sleeping with the dead;
soon we'll be gone and
you're left the instrument...