[00:00.00] 作词 : Tomasz Wroblewski/Adam Darski
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Tomasz Wroblewski/Adam Darski
[00:52.77]A blinded hermit in oblivion, disgraced
[00:58.17]Like Odysseus lost in Poseidon’s endless domain
[01:04.74]In a realm devoid ov solace, I roam
[01:11.25]But these sorrows are mine and mine alone
[01:18.27]Wayward  like a forlorn mutt astray  
[01:24.57]Stertorous I heave Atlas’ torturous weight 
[01:30.87]I am lost in a moment and the moment is lost in me…
[01:38.28]But I shall endure new life in my agony 
[01:44.82] 
[01:44.85]With anima sprawled open
[01:47.28]With corpvs violently split
[01:51.36]I bled for you
[01:53.67]Now you bleed for me 
[01:56.43] 
[01:57.93]I do not possess the prowess ov mighty bards and poets  
[02:04.71]Void ov ambition to evangelise 
[02:09.90]Yet there’s poetry in my blasfemia to be freed
[02:16.50]So chant on ye filthy whores, profane and so malign
[02:22.89] 
[02:23.94]With anima sprawled open
[02:26.64]Corpvs ov boundless rifts
[02:30.51]I wept for you
[02:32.82]Now you weep for me
[02:35.19] 
[02:36.18]With hearts profoundly scorched
[02:39.60]Wounds weeping sanguine
[02:43.56]I burnt for you
[02:45.87]Now burn without and within
[02:51.45] 
[03:15.27]Lend thy ear onto me and
[03:18.48]Heed my prayer
[03:21.42]Incline thy all-seeing eye and 
[03:24.81]Heed my call
[03:27.87]This war cry could never be silenced 
[03:31.02]But weep no more brethren,
[03:34.11]Thy herculean labor shall endure forevermore

作词 : Tomasz Wroblewski/Adam Darski
作曲 : Tomasz Wroblewski/Adam Darski
A blinded hermit in oblivion, disgraced
Like Odysseus lost in Poseidon’s endless domain
In a realm devoid ov solace, I roam
But these sorrows are mine and mine alone
Wayward  like a forlorn mutt astray  
Stertorous I heave Atlas’ torturous weight 
I am lost in a moment and the moment is lost in me…
But I shall endure new life in my agony 
 
With anima sprawled open
With corpvs violently split
I bled for you
Now you bleed for me 
 
I do not possess the prowess ov mighty bards and poets  
Void ov ambition to evangelise 
Yet there’s poetry in my blasfemia to be freed
So chant on ye filthy whores, profane and so malign
 
With anima sprawled open
Corpvs ov boundless rifts
I wept for you
Now you weep for me
 
With hearts profoundly scorched
Wounds weeping sanguine
I burnt for you
Now burn without and within
 
Lend thy ear onto me and
Heed my prayer
Incline thy all-seeing eye and 
Heed my call
This war cry could never be silenced 
But weep no more brethren,
Thy herculean labor shall endure forevermore