[00:00.00] 作词 : Sven Atle Kopperud/Tom Rune Andersen/Stian Thoresen
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Sven Atle Kopperud/Tom Rune Andersen/Stian Thoresen
[00:24.04]Mired in illusion
[00:27.61]Lost in the masters game
[00:30.65]Silenced by the idea of time
[00:33.95]Nurtured with lies and deceit
[00:37.09]
[00:37.58]The silent seeker, the seer
[00:42.70]Travels beyond the veil
[00:47.04]The silent seeker, the seer
[00:51.98]Fleeing the dense womb of ignorance
[00:57.89]
[00:58.73]To the trained eye
[01:02.18]There are no coincidences
[01:05.41]The more you see
[01:08.69]The less it makes sense
[01:11.71]
[01:12.38]To the trained eye
[01:15.82]There are no coincidences
[01:19.26]If you can not see
[01:22.13]You can not truly know
[01:25.48]
[01:29.32]We are the current sum of all the ages
[01:32.68]Leaving a trail of burnt pages
[01:37.02]
[02:07.28]Thrown into darkness as stars
[02:14.12]We travel alone as one
[02:18.67]
[02:22.67]When the dust settles on the tavern
[02:28.15]Is when we're liberated from illusion
[02:34.76]Taking our first and final breath
[02:41.24]Realizing life is always after death
[02:47.22]
[02:47.64]Mired in illusion
[02:51.46]Lost in the masters game
[02:54.59]Silenced by the idea of time
[03:00.71]
[03:04.38]To the trained eye
[03:07.74]There are no coincidences
[03:11.40]The more you see
[03:14.59]The less it makes sense
[03:17.64]
[03:18.23]To the trained eye
[03:21.59]There are no coincidences
[03:24.86]If you can not see
[03:28.08]You can not truly know
[03:31.70]
[04:12.71]The silent seeker, the seer
[04:17.63]Travels beyond the veil
[04:22.07]The silent seeker, the seer
[04:27.32]Fleeing the dense womb of ignorance

作词 : Sven Atle Kopperud/Tom Rune Andersen/Stian Thoresen
作曲 : Sven Atle Kopperud/Tom Rune Andersen/Stian Thoresen
Mired in illusion
Lost in the masters game
Silenced by the idea of time
Nurtured with lies and deceit
The silent seeker, the seer
Travels beyond the veil
The silent seeker, the seer
Fleeing the dense womb of ignorance
To the trained eye
There are no coincidences
The more you see
The less it makes sense
To the trained eye
There are no coincidences
If you can not see
You can not truly know
We are the current sum of all the ages
Leaving a trail of burnt pages
Thrown into darkness as stars
We travel alone as one
When the dust settles on the tavern
Is when we're liberated from illusion
Taking our first and final breath
Realizing life is always after death
Mired in illusion
Lost in the masters game
Silenced by the idea of time
To the trained eye
There are no coincidences
The more you see
The less it makes sense
To the trained eye
There are no coincidences
If you can not see
You can not truly know
The silent seeker, the seer
Travels beyond the veil
The silent seeker, the seer
Fleeing the dense womb of ignorance