[00:00.000] 作词 : Haughm/Anderson
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Anderson/Haughm
[02:14.417]Through vast valleys I wander
[02:19.471]To the highest peaks
[02:22.498]On pathways through a wild forgotten landscape
[02:31.921]In search of God, in spite of man
[02:38.925]'til the lost forsaken endless
[02:42.981]This is where I choose to tread
[02:47.694]Fall… so shall we fall into the nihil?
[03:00.142]The nothingness that we feel in the arms of the pale
[03:08.314]In the shadow of the grim companion who walks with us
[03:22.090]Here is the landscape
[03:26.244]Here is the sun
[03:30.499]Here in the balance of the earth
[03:38.754]As I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand
[03:47.018]The fire in my heart is forged across the land
[03:55.444]Here at the edge of this world
[03:59.616]Here I gaze at a pantheon of oak, a citadel of stone
[04:10.687]If this grand panorama before me is what you call God
[04:23.707]Then God is not dead
[08:19.868]I walked down to a river and sat in reflection of what had to be done
[08:41.767]An offering of crimson flowed into the water below
[08:53.347]A wound of spirit from which it floated and faded away
[09:02.094]like every hope I've ever had
[09:11.781]like every dream I've ever known
[09:21.377]It washed away in a tide of longing, a longing for a better world
[09:33.371]From my will, my throat, to the river, and into the sea
[12:35.104]Here is the landscape
[12:39.269]Here is the sun
[12:43.496]Here at the edge of the earth
[12:51.701]As I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand
[12:59.783]My heathen pride is scarred across the land

作词 : Haughm/Anderson
作曲 : Anderson/Haughm
Through vast valleys I wander
To the highest peaks
On pathways through a wild forgotten landscape
In search of God, in spite of man
'til the lost forsaken endless
This is where I choose to tread
Fall… so shall we fall into the nihil?
The nothingness that we feel in the arms of the pale
In the shadow of the grim companion who walks with us
Here is the landscape
Here is the sun
Here in the balance of the earth
As I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand
The fire in my heart is forged across the land
Here at the edge of this world
Here I gaze at a pantheon of oak, a citadel of stone
If this grand panorama before me is what you call God
Then God is not dead
I walked down to a river and sat in reflection of what had to be done
An offering of crimson flowed into the water below
A wound of spirit from which it floated and faded away
like every hope I've ever had
like every dream I've ever known
It washed away in a tide of longing, a longing for a better world
From my will, my throat, to the river, and into the sea
Here is the landscape
Here is the sun
Here at the edge of the earth
As I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand
My heathen pride is scarred across the land