[00:00.00] 作词 : Webster
[00:21.33]I am lost and sickened
[00:25.44]Disoriented by this bleak environment
[00:29.46]How I came to be here escapes my memory
[00:37.65]This is a desert, deep scarlet grains
[00:40.47]Stretch the horizon and the sickly brown sky
[00:45.78]Gale force winds pepper my face
[00:51.45]The sand tastes foul
[00:51.87]The sand tastes like blood
[00:52.41]Savagely cruel, barren expanse
[01:03.93]The atmosphere, a caustic fog
[01:14.94]Every breath reminds me of pain
[01:16.74]Dust of dried blood filling my lungs
[01:18.69]On the horizon
[01:28.95]I see a chasm
[01:30.30]A distant pulse begins to beat
[01:31.08]Suddenly a flash
[01:31.44]Specter of the past
[01:49.32]Vision of mass murder
[01:49.80]Torrents of blood
[01:55.68]The vision quickly ends
[01:56.19]The wasteland still beckons
[02:01.05]Plodding toward the chasm
[02:04.08]I hear rushing liquid
[02:08.46]My mind cannot conceive
[02:09.09]The massacre
[02:36.90]I beholdAn infinite river of cadavers
[02:44.94]Buoyant in their own blood
[02:45.54]Vertigo engulfs my brain as
[02:48.21]My body fails and drops
[03:29.70]A million corpses staring
[03:31.50]Straining to survive
[03:32.07]Limbs flailing in the blood
[03:33.39]Grapple with headless bodies
[03:34.20]Hands of the dead are pulling me downward
[03:35.01]Drowning in this river
[03:36.03]Intestines are alive, like tentacles they choke
[03:41.13]Situation hopeless,
[03:44.85]I submit to the fury of the river
[04:00.15]Paralyzed with terror
[04:01.71]Thousands of their thoughts are entering my mind
[04:02.73]Conscious on their level
[04:06.03]Every tortured death is experienced at once
[04:07.23]Drowning in their anguish
[04:10.59]Ordeal of their deaths now saturates my brain
[04:15.09]Vengeful corpses shrieking
[04:15.69]Genocide, genocide, genocide, genocide

作词 : Webster
I am lost and sickened
Disoriented by this bleak environment
How I came to be here escapes my memory
This is a desert, deep scarlet grains
Stretch the horizon and the sickly brown sky
Gale force winds pepper my face
The sand tastes foul
The sand tastes like blood
Savagely cruel, barren expanse
The atmosphere, a caustic fog
Every breath reminds me of pain
Dust of dried blood filling my lungs
On the horizon
I see a chasm
A distant pulse begins to beat
Suddenly a flash
Specter of the past
Vision of mass murder
Torrents of blood
The vision quickly ends
The wasteland still beckons
Plodding toward the chasm
I hear rushing liquid
My mind cannot conceive
The massacre
I beholdAn infinite river of cadavers
Buoyant in their own blood
Vertigo engulfs my brain as
My body fails and drops
A million corpses staring
Straining to survive
Limbs flailing in the blood
Grapple with headless bodies
Hands of the dead are pulling me downward
Drowning in this river
Intestines are alive, like tentacles they choke
Situation hopeless,
I submit to the fury of the river
Paralyzed with terror
Thousands of their thoughts are entering my mind
Conscious on their level
Every tortured death is experienced at once
Drowning in their anguish
Ordeal of their deaths now saturates my brain
Vengeful corpses shrieking
Genocide, genocide, genocide, genocide