Great Words On The Altars 歌词

Of those who fed people on the great words no one survived The words are only left Yesterday I thought the echoes of these words Are music inside Today I really don't know who I really am I thought that the sedition was my vocation I've started to search for relief For safety of indifference Today I really don't know who I really am I hide in twilight of the grey cities Drunk with my bitterness With the remains of my strength I'm trying to detain those dying great words I thought that the echoes of these words Which are the music of mind Were sounded inside The beast has opened its eyes Great words for those called for dreams! An animal doesn't think about eternity While struggling for existence From the ashes of those who fed people on great words We build the altars Of those who fed people on great words Only these words survived Of those who fed people on great words Only small people are left From the ashes of those who fed people on great words We build the altars I thought I was from those who fed people on great words Nevertheless we are their nourishment!