[00:00.00] 作词 : Mikael Åkerfeldt
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Mikael Åkerfeldt
[00:22.21]The liquid is in your throat
[00:25.58]For hopeless delight
[00:28.84]After all you fell in love with death,
[00:31.00]Life has aborted.
[00:31.81]All you've had and all you became,
[00:33.52]The night is calling, you pray forth.
[00:36.18]The barren waste is your land
[00:39.78]Your crops, they were sown to die
[00:42.85]The skin is a mirror
[00:44.57]The eyes hollow with ignorance
[00:46.66]Health runs from your lips
[00:47.80]Sucked in and safe in a world of sleep
[01:00.67]All those years caring for a liar
[01:04.15]A benefit road that is winding higher
[01:07.71]You're a moth too close to the fire
[01:51.99]You are stuck in a route of confusion
[01:58.79]Changing and waiting and seeking the truth of it all
[02:24.67]Fleeting your sorrows
[02:28.27]Pushing your spirit away
[02:31.39]Sick of the weakness of the psyche
[02:33.53]A whisper from the heart of evil luring them all into despair
[02:37.16]Resenting the goods of a savior
[02:38.59]And cries out
[02:42.59]For the restless will also die
[02:45.59]A selection culled from the damned, drawing a lifeline of one
[02:49.07]A friend died in your room and sought the birth of a follower
[02:58.72]O brother,
[03:05.43]You are a killer and you target yourself
[03:18.72]I wish you'd never come back
[03:30.50]For us to see the beckoning end
[03:38.68]- music -
[06:25.28]And the pride of a mother brought flaws in a mother's son
[06:36.19]And the love from a father was used by a father's son
[06:51.52]And the pride of a mother brought flaws in a mother's son
[07:02.47]And the love from a father was used by a father's son
[07:25.62]Overheard us talking in a smoke of lost hope
[07:33.97]The language of a parting so clear and so true
[07:56.22]Overheard us talking

作词 : Mikael Åkerfeldt
作曲 : Mikael Åkerfeldt
The liquid is in your throat
For hopeless delight
After all you fell in love with death,
Life has aborted.
All you've had and all you became,
The night is calling, you pray forth.
The barren waste is your land
Your crops, they were sown to die
The skin is a mirror
The eyes hollow with ignorance
Health runs from your lips
Sucked in and safe in a world of sleep
All those years caring for a liar
A benefit road that is winding higher
You're a moth too close to the fire
You are stuck in a route of confusion
Changing and waiting and seeking the truth of it all
Fleeting your sorrows
Pushing your spirit away
Sick of the weakness of the psyche
A whisper from the heart of evil luring them all into despair
Resenting the goods of a savior
And cries out
For the restless will also die
A selection culled from the damned, drawing a lifeline of one
A friend died in your room and sought the birth of a follower
O brother,
You are a killer and you target yourself
I wish you'd never come back
For us to see the beckoning end
- music -
And the pride of a mother brought flaws in a mother's son
And the love from a father was used by a father's son
And the pride of a mother brought flaws in a mother's son
And the love from a father was used by a father's son
Overheard us talking in a smoke of lost hope
The language of a parting so clear and so true
Overheard us talking