[00:00.00] 作曲 : Antestor
[00:57.75]The assembler of souls absorbs all within his reach
[00:59.07]His seemingly perpetual glance of doom
[00:59.94]Would even make the smallest of serenities breach
[01:03.18]As he rides he wind being the ghost of gloom
[01:09.33]Running darkness all around
[01:23.88]A knife in her hand
[01:24.27]Fall, rising, screaming the name of her beloved
[02:07.32]So weak, and so weary
[02:09.96]Something blackening her thoughts
[02:17.43]A cloud, a force, a weight
[02:39.54]Finding her true love lying in red
[02:40.26]Is this reality or just a vision in her head
[02:50.19]To be the knife as well as the wound
[02:56.31]Is all that concerns her
[03:37.56]Overwhelmed by a burden, like hordes of fear
[03:45.00]The obscurity of the vale of tears
[03:51.45]Grasping for safety, which lies all so near
[03:59.61]Incresent malice of the vale of tears
[04:07.53]Wandering oblivious in the foggy twilight
[04:18.66]Shades of an obelisk shines so bright
[04:24.60]Incredulous thoughts, bewildering her mind
[04:42.90]Is there really a god to find
[04:43.47]Halting through the darkest of forests
[04:44.52]The obese and extraneous at her tail
[04:51.30]This haunting, lingering to the extreme
[04:52.35]She is about to quail
[05:10.38]Then a formless mass of black, went skyward
[05:11.34]Stars began to fade behind a veil of dark blue velvet
[05:13.47]She stopped, she listened, nothing
[05:20.13]Silence, an eternity passed
[05:36.30]The silhouettes of something unseen, a presence

作曲 : Antestor
The assembler of souls absorbs all within his reach
His seemingly perpetual glance of doom
Would even make the smallest of serenities breach
As he rides he wind being the ghost of gloom
Running darkness all around
A knife in her hand
Fall, rising, screaming the name of her beloved
So weak, and so weary
Something blackening her thoughts
A cloud, a force, a weight
Finding her true love lying in red
Is this reality or just a vision in her head
To be the knife as well as the wound
Is all that concerns her
Overwhelmed by a burden, like hordes of fear
The obscurity of the vale of tears
Grasping for safety, which lies all so near
Incresent malice of the vale of tears
Wandering oblivious in the foggy twilight
Shades of an obelisk shines so bright
Incredulous thoughts, bewildering her mind
Is there really a god to find
Halting through the darkest of forests
The obese and extraneous at her tail
This haunting, lingering to the extreme
She is about to quail
Then a formless mass of black, went skyward
Stars began to fade behind a veil of dark blue velvet
She stopped, she listened, nothing
Silence, an eternity passed
The silhouettes of something unseen, a presence