A Shape In Fair Disguise
A Shape In Disguise Fair
Par tartaros · Auteur : Tartaros
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Traduction par Alejandra Mida
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Flying as a shape in fair disguise
With barest teeth and purest fright
Tasting all flavors of this lovely night
I am shrinked from that burning light...
Rushing towards some echoes
With warm hard brutal winds
The intense melody of madness
It is harmony when it sings...
Now wandering eternally at night
Dead are they...in the bright
Cold whirlwinds spin
Into evil trumpets of bronze
They are playing for those who are unskilled
Chaos is what they behold
Reborn...
Behold the shape you have been given
Reborn...
Through the tunes of ultimate unity
Burning whirlwinds spin
Into old trumpets of bronze
They are playing for those who are resolved
Divine secrets they now behold
Still wandering at night
Dead are they...in the bright
With barest teeth and purest fright
Tasting all flavors of this lovely night
I am shrinked from that burning light...
Rushing towards some echoes
With warm hard brutal winds
The intense melody of madness
It is harmony when it sings...
Now wandering eternally at night
Dead are they...in the bright
Cold whirlwinds spin
Into evil trumpets of bronze
They are playing for those who are unskilled
Chaos is what they behold
Reborn...
Behold the shape you have been given
Reborn...
Through the tunes of ultimate unity
Burning whirlwinds spin
Into old trumpets of bronze
They are playing for those who are resolved
Divine secrets they now behold
Still wandering at night
Dead are they...in the bright
Traduction
Volar como una forma disfrazada justo
Con más elementales dientes y puro susto
Degustar los sabores de esta hermosa noche
Estoy shrinked desde que la luz quema ...
Corriendo hacia algunos ecos
Con cálidos vientos brutales duros
La intensa melodía de la locura
Es la armonía cuando canta ...
Ahora vagar eternamente por la noche
Muertos son ellos ... en el luminoso
Torbellinos Cold giro
En trompetas del mal de bronce
Están jugando para aquellos que no calificada
El caos es lo que contemplan
Renacer ...
He aquí la forma que se les ha dado
Renacer ...
A través de las canciones de la unidad última
Burning torbellinos giro
En antiguas trompetas de bronce
Están jugando para los que se resuelven
Secretos Divinos que ahora contemplan
Aún vagando en la noche
Muertos son ellos ... en el luminoso
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