[00:00.00] 作词 : Erik Danielsson
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Erik Danielsson
[00:30.06]Beneath the surface of the great primordial sea
[00:35.07]Beyond life and death
[00:44.13]Behind the veil of all our dreams so frail
[00:46.41]Below the remnants and the dust of all past
[00:53.73]The wailing of the mysteries
[00:57.03]That caress the hearts of those who have laid them bare
[01:28.02]Where the winds of twilight ever blow;
[01:30.15]Beneath, beyond, behind, below
[01:30.78]In the lingering light of the primal fires
[01:31.71]Through the din of all centuries past;
[01:32.58]A call to see, to learn, to know
[01:33.18]So that fearless we may go
[01:41.55]Beneath, beyond, behind, below
[01:42.15]The howling....
[01:42.39]Can you hear it still?
[01:42.84]The faint echo of the great war
[02:12.18]The spectral tremor of the giant collapse
[02:13.14]Of the primal scream and a severed dream
[02:22.26]The first, the last, the howling of the mother
[02:23.55]Still wrestling, scales agleam
[02:26.91]With the silence of the void
[02:31.02]Howling throughout eternity
[02:54.81]In the lingering light of the saints of fires
[02:55.74]In their fusing of word and deed;
[03:00.72]A call to see, to learn, to know
[03:01.41]So that eager we may go
[03:09.57]Beneath, beyond, behind, below
[03:10.35]Proclaimed by prophets for centuries now;
[03:36.84]The amplified rage of aeons
[03:37.41]For eternities, in the rising seas and in their deeps
[03:41.79]Reminding us
[03:43.89]Where every devilchild must go;
[03:44.82]Beneath! Beyond! Behind! Below!
[03:45.48]Like the wolf unto its kin it wails
[03:56.67]Oh what music it makes...

作词 : Erik Danielsson
作曲 : Erik Danielsson
Beneath the surface of the great primordial sea
Beyond life and death
Behind the veil of all our dreams so frail
Below the remnants and the dust of all past
The wailing of the mysteries
That caress the hearts of those who have laid them bare
Where the winds of twilight ever blow;
Beneath, beyond, behind, below
In the lingering light of the primal fires
Through the din of all centuries past;
A call to see, to learn, to know
So that fearless we may go
Beneath, beyond, behind, below
The howling....
Can you hear it still?
The faint echo of the great war
The spectral tremor of the giant collapse
Of the primal scream and a severed dream
The first, the last, the howling of the mother
Still wrestling, scales agleam
With the silence of the void
Howling throughout eternity
In the lingering light of the saints of fires
In their fusing of word and deed;
A call to see, to learn, to know
So that eager we may go
Beneath, beyond, behind, below
Proclaimed by prophets for centuries now;
The amplified rage of aeons
For eternities, in the rising seas and in their deeps
Reminding us
Where every devilchild must go;
Beneath! Beyond! Behind! Below!
Like the wolf unto its kin it wails
Oh what music it makes...