BUCOLICA

歌词

Memories of something higher

 Of a harmony beyond all matter

 I grubbed too deep too far below

 Caught between light and painful dark

 A soul imprisoned in a crumbling cell

 This mortal coil will perish

 This earthly flesh shall pass away

 Torture's coming down

 

 There's no more pain

 

 A glance of peace so deep inside

 Of our pure and shining core

 I flew too high too far aloft

 Caught between peace and inner strife

 A spirit trapped in a withering shell

 This earthbound shape will vanish

 This restless mind shall dissolve

 Fear is falling down

 

 There's no more pain

 

 The tides are turning

 The yonder shore's ahead

 The winds are changing

 Time to put to sea

 There'll be no more dreams of decay

 No more visions of decomposing

 We dissolve to rise again

 At Tir Taingiris plains

 

 There's no more pain