[00:00.00] 作词 : Christian Wolf
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Christian Wolf
[00:35.49] Now stare beyond the abyss
[00:36.09] Deep into the future's eyes
[00:39.57] No scaldic verse will ever
[00:41.01] Foretell our lingering demise
[00:44.28] The soil suspires resigning
[00:45.57] While I solemnly despise
[00:49.56] And the copy of a fake oak's
[00:51.24] Seed is gonna rise
[00:53.67] Throughout the urban canyons
[00:55.41] I will send my sonic waves
[00:57.00] I call from concrete towers to
[00:58.47] All yet unborn slaves
[01:01.17] My mind is like a climber
[01:02.94] Overgrowing iron gorges
[01:05.16] Nerve codes like lianas
[01:05.76] Entwine around the forges
[01:06.33] So don't you bother
[01:06.69] To call me brother
[01:15.39] I'm not of your kin
[01:18.57] I save my own skin
[01:19.44] Just stand in file
[01:20.52] Sick and vile
[01:23.70] In concrete cells
[01:25.68] Where no life dwells
[01:26.52] Again I whisper
[01:50.94] In the ear of the blind
[01:54.96] There's no loophole,
[01:55.32] The myth must rewind
[01:58.50] Each step is fated
[01:58.92] This doom bound am I
[01:59.31] The well is dried up
[02:03.09] And the hostage will die
[02:03.57] Through the ironwood a blight I waft
[02:13.89] Necropolitans awake by my draft
[02:24.33] Out of scorched earth a giant I craft
[02:59.58] Into each crevice life I will graft
[03:01.20] An organic form of life I draft
[03:02.28] Out of scorched earth a god I craft

作词 : Christian Wolf
作曲 : Christian Wolf
Now stare beyond the abyss
Deep into the future's eyes
No scaldic verse will ever
Foretell our lingering demise
The soil suspires resigning
While I solemnly despise
And the copy of a fake oak's
Seed is gonna rise
Throughout the urban canyons
I will send my sonic waves
I call from concrete towers to
All yet unborn slaves
My mind is like a climber
Overgrowing iron gorges
Nerve codes like lianas
Entwine around the forges
So don't you bother
To call me brother
I'm not of your kin
I save my own skin
Just stand in file
Sick and vile
In concrete cells
Where no life dwells
Again I whisper
In the ear of the blind
There's no loophole,
The myth must rewind
Each step is fated
This doom bound am I
The well is dried up
And the hostage will die
Through the ironwood a blight I waft
Necropolitans awake by my draft
Out of scorched earth a giant I craft
Into each crevice life I will graft
An organic form of life I draft
Out of scorched earth a god I craft