In Flames - Dialogue With the Stars Табы
In Flames - Dialogue With the Stars
Название: Dialogue With the Stars
Подзаголовок:
Исполнитель: In Flames
Альбом: Whoracle
Автор: Al-Trocity
Авторские права:
Транскрибировал: manuk666@aol.com
Инструкции:
Примечания: This file is the author's own work and represents his
interpretation of the song. You may only use this file for
private study, scholarship, or research.
Темп: 135 BPM
Дорожки: 7
Инструменты:
Такты: 93
Файл: In Flames - Dialogue With the Stars.gp3
Подзаголовок:
Исполнитель: In Flames
Альбом: Whoracle
Автор: Al-Trocity
Авторские права:
Транскрибировал: manuk666@aol.com
Инструкции:
Примечания: This file is the author's own work and represents his
interpretation of the song. You may only use this file for
private study, scholarship, or research.
Темп: 135 BPM
Дорожки: 7
Инструменты:
Такты: 93
Текст
Ardent starshine upon my face,the monumental nightsky reveal its torches.
Unaltered for aeons, yet zestful they're flaming
like ornamental diamonds.
In my telescopes focus, a striding light
conjure me fixedly.
Oh, what a colourful drama,
what a theatrical performance.
These myriads of stars
enchants me with their oddity.
At cosmos entrance hall,
where time and space units in a charade.
Under crimson flares I watch
the tempest of the universe.
In dark artistry,
I lionize the splendorous glare.
An unearthly voice of euphony
express itself in an ancient tongue.
Its elocution is based on silence,
so it pulsates through the five senses.
It's like a poem of wisdom and wizardry
navigating through the world.
A legacy from nebulas,
an endless mystic conversation.
These myriads of stars
enchants me with their oddity.
At cosmos entrance hall,
where time and space units in a charade.
Under crimson flares I watch
the tempest of the universe.
In dark artistry,
I lionize the splendorous glare.
Now clouds gather at a distant skyline
to cover the firmament.
Rays are fading in a metamorphosis
of the blazing weave above.
These myriads of stars
enchants me with their oddity.
At cosmos entrance hall,
where time and space units in a charade.
Under crimson flares I watch
the tempest of the universe.
In dark artistry,
I lionize the splendorous glare.
26 years have past since it first
called my name.
And when I'm dead, this piece of
jewellery will still remain.
