[00:00.00] 作词 : Chrigel Glanzmann
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Chrigel Glanzmann/Matteo Sisti/Rafael Salzmann/Jonas Wolf
[00:10.22](Oh bright sun of the night I lift my eyes up to thee)
[00:15.23](Oh ye amber golden light let the dark sweep over me)
[00:21.33](Mighty cauldron,oh nidus)
[00:23.46](I surrender all to thee)
[00:26.05](Panacean nothingness when nothing is left)
[01:47.15](This was my rebirth)
[01:49.76]
[01:57.31]On the winnow fields
[01:59.20]They beheld the gate
[02:01.18]Trembling with fear
[02:03.31]And afraid to forfeit
[02:05.60]Anxiously
[02:07.68]They clinged to table scraps
[02:09.81]As if to aver
[02:11.23]Their deprivation
[02:13.31]
[02:13.88]And the swine crowded round
[02:19.46]The shining lot of pearls
[02:21.69]
[02:23.32]With empty hands
[02:25.90]The high king reigns
[02:31.38]Nothing but light
[02:34.12]The raven flies
[02:38.44]
[02:41.49]A fool is the slave
[02:43.52]Who fears not his fetters
[02:45.42]But watches over them with jealousy
[02:49.17]
[02:49.37]On the winnow fields
[02:51.25]They beheld their lives
[02:53.12]Paralysed with fear
[02:55.00]In the presence of the Vergobret
[02:57.34]So they cherished
[02:59.53]Doctrines of denial
[03:01.56]And wallowed
[03:03.23]In poor men's tales
[03:05.27]
[03:37.58]And the swine crowded round
[03:43.16]The shining lot of pearls
[03:44.97]Just like the vultures
[03:49.78]Grave cadaveric flesh
[03:53.72]
[03:54.12]With empty hands
[03:56.79]The high king reigns
[04:02.26]Nothing but light
[04:05.09]The raven flies
[04:08.28]
[04:10.76]With empty hands
[04:13.44]The high king reigns
[04:18.85]Nothing but light
[04:21.62]The raven flies
[04:27.93]

作词 : Chrigel Glanzmann
作曲 : Chrigel Glanzmann/Matteo Sisti/Rafael Salzmann/Jonas Wolf
(Oh bright sun of the night I lift my eyes up to thee)
(Oh ye amber golden light let the dark sweep over me)
(Mighty cauldron,oh nidus)
(I surrender all to thee)
(Panacean nothingness when nothing is left)
(This was my rebirth)
On the winnow fields
They beheld the gate
Trembling with fear
And afraid to forfeit
Anxiously
They clinged to table scraps
As if to aver
Their deprivation
And the swine crowded round
The shining lot of pearls
With empty hands
The high king reigns
Nothing but light
The raven flies
A fool is the slave
Who fears not his fetters
But watches over them with jealousy
On the winnow fields
They beheld their lives
Paralysed with fear
In the presence of the Vergobret
So they cherished
Doctrines of denial
And wallowed
In poor men's tales
And the swine crowded round
The shining lot of pearls
Just like the vultures
Grave cadaveric flesh
With empty hands
The high king reigns
Nothing but light
The raven flies
With empty hands
The high king reigns
Nothing but light
The raven flies