The Hive - In Flames (烈焰乐队)

April night-tyme and we run like muscles

Through the stagnant nodes of man

Blood-bridges lean towards the gaping synapses

To disarms the stars within us

Hornet hive-dark

Severed wings in vainless beating

Buzz out from inferno of fangs

To disarms the stars within us

We should have been

So much more by now

Too dead inside

To even know the guilt

Waning ring-deep a halo of thorns

Sips now down in

The sheets of sharp silver

To disarm the star within us

We should have been

So much more by now

Too dead inside

To even know the guilt

Waning ring-deep a halo of thorns