[00:00.00] 作曲 : Buda, Davidson
[00:28.39]Silence, the hymn to the somber lands,
[00:30.94]As nuclear winter descends,
[00:34.20]Wraiths of past nations linger and loom.
[00:37.33]In the shadows of history's death.
[00:40.50]An unsustainable standard of affluence
[00:43.93]Has decimated the makings of man
[00:47.06]And commodity's gaping influence
[00:50.26]Has distorted and defiled all the land.
[00:53.92]Written in a timeless script,
[00:57.04]The tragedy of modern ages
[01:00.78]Cries forth the dismal fate of man
[01:03.55]In bloodied, tear-stained pages
[01:07.34]Written in a timeless script,
[01:10.08]The tragedy of modern ages
[01:13.83]Cries forth the dismal fate of man
[01:16.61]In bloodied, tear-stained pages
[02:12.86]Trapped within a fabricated world
[02:15.34]Of Gods encased in metal beams,
[02:18.74]Subsumed and enveloped in synthetic dreams.
[02:25.72]Evolution holds a cunning trap--
[02:28.34]The misfortunes of the human
[02:32.21]Are his works, though brilliant they may be,
[02:35.05]They've led him to his ruin.
[02:38.87]Written in a timeless script,
[02:41.41]The tragedy of modern ages
[02:45.19]Cries forth the dismal fate of man
[02:47.99]In bloodied, tear-stained pages
[02:51.73]Written in a timeless script,
[02:54.65]The tragedy of modern ages
[02:58.47]Cries forth the dismal fate of man
[03:01.10]In bloodied, tear-stained pages
[03:36.90]Solo

作曲 : Buda, Davidson
Silence, the hymn to the somber lands,
As nuclear winter descends,
Wraiths of past nations linger and loom.
In the shadows of history's death.
An unsustainable standard of affluence
Has decimated the makings of man
And commodity's gaping influence
Has distorted and defiled all the land.
Written in a timeless script,
The tragedy of modern ages
Cries forth the dismal fate of man
In bloodied, tear-stained pages
Written in a timeless script,
The tragedy of modern ages
Cries forth the dismal fate of man
In bloodied, tear-stained pages
Trapped within a fabricated world
Of Gods encased in metal beams,
Subsumed and enveloped in synthetic dreams.
Evolution holds a cunning trap--
The misfortunes of the human
Are his works, though brilliant they may be,
They've led him to his ruin.
Written in a timeless script,
The tragedy of modern ages
Cries forth the dismal fate of man
In bloodied, tear-stained pages
Written in a timeless script,
The tragedy of modern ages
Cries forth the dismal fate of man
In bloodied, tear-stained pages
Solo