Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Faded years, artist - Agathodaimon. Album song Serpent's Embrace, in the genre
Date of issue: 20.06.2004
Record label: Nuclear Blast
Song language: English
Faded years |
To not forget our loving, should I a sign implore? |
I’d ask for you, but dearest, you are your own no more |
Nor do I beg a flower from in your golden hair |
Forgetfulness, beloved is but my single player |
Oh what a sad sensation, when joy that soon did wane |
Not swift with it to vanish, but ever here remain! |
When through tits life to wander it has been writ, it seem |
A dream made out of shadow, a shadow made of dream |
No matter when I die, this or some later day |
My wish is out of the mind of all to I pass away |
And you forget the dream that our two hearts endears |
When you loom back, beloved, upon the faded years |
Let in the depths of shadow my memory be gone |
As though we midst our loving each other had not known |
A chant of lamentation within cold walls of chime |
To beg for me in weeping the peace of endless time |
As though those hours of wonder in fact we did not live |
That I so deeply love you dear one can you forgive? |
My face turned to the desert you left me all alone |
And cold beneath my eyelids my eyes have turned to stone |
And when at last death’s soil my body does reclaim |
Then who will know me or know from whence I came? |
Let in the depths of shadow my memory be gone |
As though we midst our loving each other had not known |
A chant of lamentation within cold walls of chime |
To beg for me in weeping the peace of endless time |
While then… should they my body into the gutter throw |
Still that would be far better than what I suffer now |
Afar of in distance a flock of crows arise |
And darken all the heavens before my sightless eyes |
Beyond the earth’s steep margin a hurricane does start |
Flinging to the world my dust and to the wind my heart |
Yet as in spring the blossom do you remain the while |
With gentle eyes and humid and tender, childish smile |
So much a child, yet seeming each day to younger grow |
And of my fate know nothing as I too nothing know |
My face turned to the desert you left me all alone |
And cold beneath my eyelids my eyes have turned to stone |
And when at last death’s soil my body does reclaim |
Then who will know me or know from whence I came? |
While then… should they my body into the gutter throw |
Still that would be far better than what I suffer now |