Towards the rich archaic heavens; towards the lack diorama 對(duì)富人古代天;對(duì)缺乏西洋鏡

you are the artist and the texture 你是藝術(shù)家和紋理

that plays with the mantle of the Earth 隨著地球的地幔起

   

When the bleakest of powders 當(dāng)黯淡無(wú)光粉末

lie rooted to the starched stones 謊言根植于筆挺的石頭

and roots that feed the peaking trees 和根為食的峰值樹(shù)

embrace the sleeping shores 擁抱睡覺(jué)海岸

   

Archaic pearls of sleep and death 睡眠和死亡的古老的珍珠

the voice of December losing its breath 十二月的聲音失去了呼吸

and the floweryard of whit and grey is haunted 而白衣和灰色的floweryard鬧鬼

   

White as the down of flaking snow, 潔白的雪剝落的下降11孩岁女精品A片男，

the heroic emblems of life 生活中的英雄徽記

   

Green is the color of my death 綠色是我的死亡的顏色

as the winter-guise I swoop towards the ground 隨著冬季的幌子í飛撲向地面

Green is the landscape of my sorrowfilled passing 綠色是我的sorrowfilled路過(guò)的風(fēng)景

   

We are In Flames, 我們是在火焰中，

towards the dead archaic heavens 對(duì)死者古老的天空

We are the mantle and the texture 我們是地幔和紋理

the alters the mantle of the Earth 在改變了地球的地幔