cuivre Pour engloutir mes sanglots apaises Rien ne me vaut l'abime de ta couche L'oubli puissant habite sur ta bouche Et le lethe coule dans tes baisers
le cuivre Pour engloutir mes sanglots apaises Rien ne me vaut l'abime de ta couche L'oubli puissant habite sur ta bouche Et le lethe coule dans tes baisers
and letha brainz blo if you grin Ahh, let the, madness begin Letha brainz blo if you grin Letha madness begin, let it begin Letha madness begin and letha
Waters Of Lethe Look at me mess we've made Open your eyes to see This endless gap through eternity Waisting the flame of time Elbowing through your
and before It burned and flowed in our mind With eyes on the wings of time I saw the flames increase The fount fell down into lethe And within the silken
Lead me down in wailing hours to the riverside Reveal to me thy secrecies Hidden in the wan deep of thy infinite mourning Lethean River carry me beneath
There was a time when men were kind When their voices were soft And their words inviting There was a time when love was blind And the world was a song
Give me the drink of the fluid That disintegrates And lend me the sweet balm and blessing Of forgetfulness, empty and strong Lethe Oh, lethe Hold me
I drift into luciferous darkness And kiss the blithesome aeons of quietude A wounded cupid passes saddened by, dead in the winds eye O, blood, blood
You set me free Flowing through the Lethean sea Turning away All that I've been A touch of your ultimate void Burning away All that I've been Oblivion
Lead me down in wailing hours to the riverside Reveal to me thy secrecies hidden in the wan deep of thy infinite mourning Lethean river carry me beneath
you to hear Leave your life in our hands and you'll see We'll consume more than you could ever give Forsaken into the waters of Lethe Lost in the golden
This poisonlake where I wade Starving in my desert Empty room without windows Forgotten years passed away Facing nothing, losing everything I once cherished
Překlad: Dark Tranquillity. Lethe.
Překlad: Nocturnal Rites. Lethe - Teil I.
Překlad: Hlas. Lethe misky.
Překlad: Teplý. Vody Lethe.
: Give me the drink of the fluid That disintegrates And lend me the sweet balm and blessing Of forgetfulness, empty and strong Lethe Oh, lethe Hold