The Love From A Dead Orchestra Lyrics

The black sea traces the howling of the wind
In these intervals
The memories, changed into roses, started to follow the present

Inside the picture, the beasts hurt each other
And they hand the memories over to the darkness

Why do these days refuse to stop like this
And turn people into something ugly?
This melody will turn into a blue tranquility
They should disappear

I'm alienated from the connection
From fascination to expectation
I can't divide the phrases
The historical facts are drawn

Those fingertips will turn into a blue tranquility
People pierce their hearts with loneliness
While I'm staring at the roses, the melody of death flows
Ah... should it fall down

Disappear Burn The ugly me
No matter how often I kill it, my body returns from the dead
If these thoughts reach I'll get rid of everything
I just want to bloom like the flawless rose

I'll come through, in the midst of this snow

The god of death is now born

Disappear Burn The ugly me
No matter how often I kill it, my body returns from the dead
If these thoughts reach I'll get rid of everything
I just want to bloom like the flawless rose

Disappear Burn The ugly me
I just want to bloom like the flawless rose