The Hole 歌词

One, four The turning of deterioration Our fate, monochrome worldliness The lesser breading is moderate By the craft of human activity I drank the serosities of your corpse to dregs Time's alcohol Delapidation where our twenty years glances capsize From beauty and place only devastation remains Dying returns your face to me By now as for a long time I've had the face of the dead I know one day forgetfulness As memory today Will give birth to the same familiar strangeness In my inner self This day will pick up the poor liminary song Like the air collect the light Like death collect the glance Like the air collect the light Like death collect the glance On the pupil of drowned man The breath of the beloved word will be erased Then I wil give my self away The staggering step of the air straightness Where the heavy flesh breathes A space where a name is articulated Your unpronounceable name Imbodied for it is named again Unperceivable fall Towards this space opened for silence Wich skims without crossing it With its thin pulsation The black frost of the true blood