[00:00.000] 作曲 : Neil Degraide
[00:22.723]When I was a little lass
[00:24.461]The angels leapt from panes of glass
[00:26.471]So unafraid, unafraid
[00:30.976]And the arches knelt to pray
[00:33.408]While the gargoyles kept away
[00:35.912]Any demon that would scheme to steal
[00:38.586]My childlike faith
[00:41.325]We huddled up, we held on tight
[00:43.073]For grounded men were jealous of
[00:45.310]The angel's flight, angel's flight
[00:50.359]They were butterflies to them
[00:52.441]So they brought their boards to pin
[00:54.805]The wings and bodies of our gods
[00:57.400]For studying
[01:09.828]We couldn't fight them in the end
[01:11.591]Once we saw the heavens through
[01:14.053]Their modern lens, modern lens
[01:18.787]Oh how can we atone
[01:21.132]For the secrets we were shown
[01:23.521]Like a basilisk they fixed our spirits
[01:26.316]Hard as stone
[01:30.724]Alas the muses through their glasses
[01:33.527]Drift away as only madness
[01:35.715]Drowning in the din
[01:38.273]Of our animal skins
[01:39.948]Enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté
[01:45.310]Every myth to crack its lips
[01:47.454]Has nothing more to say
[01:50.107]It's okay, it's okay, it's okay
[01:54.519]If we can't raise the dead
[01:57.652]We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise
[01:59.817]We're gonna raise hell instead
[02:11.690]From chagrin I've been released
[02:13.918]Paint me in a portrait sans
[02:16.356]The fig leaves, fig leaves
[02:20.805]And I will not be concerned
[02:23.277]Or ignore the things I yearn
[02:25.765]My hunger is the rule
[02:27.859]I cannot overturn
[02:31.859]Alas the virtues through their glasses
[02:34.154]Hid themselves from our madness
[02:36.591]All we have within
[02:38.792]Is our animal skins
[02:40.851]Enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté
[02:46.065]Greet your beast and let 'em streak
[02:48.453]Into the fray
[02:51.127]It's okay, it's okay, it's okay
[02:55.187]If we can't raise the dead
[02:58.127]We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise
[03:00.442]We're gonna raise hell instead
[04:00.754]I miss the days when stars were saintly
[04:04.562]They sang to me in ways innately
[04:09.947]Before we enslaved the symphony
[04:14.442]To playing anthems for selling things
[04:18.946]I used to wonder, wander farther
[04:23.647]Into awe, but those days were squandered
[04:28.814]My ghost was lost to the grownup gallows
[04:33.410]So I find my spirit in the bottle
[04:39.197]But, oh! That bottle
[04:41.386]Oh that bottle, oh that bottle
[04:45.971]Oh that bottle!
[04:48.540]Enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté
[04:53.647]Name the powers "meteors"
[04:55.268]And let us go insane
[04:58.307]It's okay, it's okay, it's okay
[05:02.760]If we can't raise the dead
[05:05.860]We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise
[05:07.869]We're gonna raise hell instead
[05:15.215]Greet your beast and let 'em streak
[05:16.969]Into the fray
[05:24.333]If we can't raise the dead
[05:27.076]We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise
[05:29.448]We're gonna raise hell instead

作曲 : Neil Degraide
When I was a little lass
The angels leapt from panes of glass
So unafraid, unafraid
And the arches knelt to pray
While the gargoyles kept away
Any demon that would scheme to steal
My childlike faith
We huddled up, we held on tight
For grounded men were jealous of
The angel's flight, angel's flight
They were butterflies to them
So they brought their boards to pin
The wings and bodies of our gods
For studying
We couldn't fight them in the end
Once we saw the heavens through
Their modern lens, modern lens
Oh how can we atone
For the secrets we were shown
Like a basilisk they fixed our spirits
Hard as stone
Alas the muses through their glasses
Drift away as only madness
Drowning in the din
Of our animal skins
Enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté
Every myth to crack its lips
Has nothing more to say
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay
If we can't raise the dead
We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise
We're gonna raise hell instead
From chagrin I've been released
Paint me in a portrait sans
The fig leaves, fig leaves
And I will not be concerned
Or ignore the things I yearn
My hunger is the rule
I cannot overturn
Alas the virtues through their glasses
Hid themselves from our madness
All we have within
Is our animal skins
Enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté
Greet your beast and let 'em streak
Into the fray
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay
If we can't raise the dead
We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise
We're gonna raise hell instead
I miss the days when stars were saintly
They sang to me in ways innately
Before we enslaved the symphony
To playing anthems for selling things
I used to wonder, wander farther
Into awe, but those days were squandered
My ghost was lost to the grownup gallows
So I find my spirit in the bottle
But, oh! That bottle
Oh that bottle, oh that bottle
Oh that bottle!
Enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté
Name the powers "meteors"
And let us go insane
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay
If we can't raise the dead
We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise
We're gonna raise hell instead
Greet your beast and let 'em streak
Into the fray
If we can't raise the dead
We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise
We're gonna raise hell instead