Misanthrope's Aurora 歌词

Hungry for the future things to come Imagination makes a mirage grow out of them And they seem to lose sense when everything happens Does all life not pay the price? Don't we claim for another... Another dream to keep the hope? There was a useful lie over a long time But now only the harmful truth exists Shattered and glum, out of safe place Locked up inside the mind, keywords are disintegrated Eternal search runs into a close-woven embarrassment Then misanthropic visions arise; life becomes a scapegoat Standing alone with frustration As a prolongation of disappointment Feeding on the scraps of life That are lying in the inertial failure Step by step in sorrow more and more Living amidst daydreams and looks backwards Don't we claim for another... Another dream to keep the hope? There was a useful lie over a long time But now only the harmful truth exists Everything has disappeared Feeling of the glorious season stays in the nevermore Can't face the wheel of my life Can't face nor choose my destiny Can't silence my inner voice Perhaps hyperaesthesia, perhaps neurasthenia, may be just Soul pessimism... Hoarding inside disaffection and mistrust Nostalgic sadness impregnates every place around Misanthrope's aurora arises Shifted downwards Onto a stone throne - cold and endarkened - By the pale-grey winter loneliness... engulfed Don't we claim for another... Another dream to keep the hope? There was a useful lie over a long time But now only the harmful truth exists