[00:00.00] 作词 : Glenn Ljungström/Anders Fridén/Niklas Sundin/Jesper Strömblad
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Glenn Ljungström/Anders Fridén/Niklas Sundin/Jesper Strömblad
[00:00.00]The Jester Race -In Flames （焰乐队）
[00:42.811]Rush faster on the one-way lane
[00:45.771]The answers so silent
[00:49.761]Rusty gods in their machine-mind armours
[00:53.330]Grind our souls in the millstone of time
[00:56.700]The deathbed harvest is a dead man's banquet
[01:00.70]Of mold ridden bread and black poisoned wine
[01:03.700]And we go our steps so silent
[01:09.808]And we go our blooded trace
[01:16.808]The Jester Race
[01:24.628]Calling out to the gathered masses
[01:27.668]Their answers so silent
[01:31.208]Their answers so silent
[01:33.167]And we go
[01:33.887]And we go
[01:34.707]And we go
[01:35.557]And we go
[01:36.717]Their answers so silent
[01:39.297]And we go
[01:39.937]And we go
[01:40.757]And we go
[01:41.916]And we go
[01:43.686]Our blooded trace
[01:57.616]Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age
[02:00.416]That speak of silence and silence alone
[02:10.876]Offering the tokens the reliced idols
[02:14.406]To the heirs of the newly raped ground
[02:17.626]Inferior even to the transparent winds
[02:21.105]Lesser in the motion and sound
[02:24.554]And we go
[02:25.174]And we go
[02:26.84]And we go
[02:26.874]And we go our steps so silent
[02:30.334]And we go
[02:31.174]And we go
[02:32.44]And we go
[02:32.924]And we go our blooded trace
[02:45.983]There is no trace of me
[02:48.603]In their altered blueprints of life
[02:58.773]Gala impaled on their horns and lances
[03:01.332]The fumes from her body give chase
[03:05.391]As the strong of blind men savour the scent
[03:08.820]Dream-dead from Prosaic and hate
[03:13.59]Sunwind strokes the ElectroHeart
[03:16.689]Ignition roars through the corridors
[03:20.929]Stream launching the binary vessels
[03:26.239]Vanities in extreme formations
[03:29.568]Ride into tomorrow's rigid great face
[03:32.808]The Machinery outlives the futile scripts
[03:37.78]Of our dying jester race
[04:07.340]Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age
[04:10.200]That speak of silence and silence alone
[04:13.629]There is no trace of me
[04:16.949]In their altered blueprints of life
[04:20.489]Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age
[04:23.569]That speak of silence and silence alone
[04:27.69]There is no trace of me
[04:30.779]In their altered blueprints of life

作词 : Glenn Ljungström/Anders Fridén/Niklas Sundin/Jesper Strömblad
作曲 : Glenn Ljungström/Anders Fridén/Niklas Sundin/Jesper Strömblad
The Jester Race -In Flames （焰乐队）
Rush faster on the one-way lane
The answers so silent
Rusty gods in their machine-mind armours
Grind our souls in the millstone of time
The deathbed harvest is a dead man's banquet
Of mold ridden bread and black poisoned wine
And we go our steps so silent
And we go our blooded trace
The Jester Race
Calling out to the gathered masses
Their answers so silent
Their answers so silent
And we go
And we go
And we go
And we go
Their answers so silent
And we go
And we go
And we go
And we go
Our blooded trace
Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age
That speak of silence and silence alone
Offering the tokens the reliced idols
To the heirs of the newly raped ground
Inferior even to the transparent winds
Lesser in the motion and sound
And we go
And we go
And we go
And we go our steps so silent
And we go
And we go
And we go
And we go our blooded trace
There is no trace of me
In their altered blueprints of life
Gala impaled on their horns and lances
The fumes from her body give chase
As the strong of blind men savour the scent
Dream-dead from Prosaic and hate
Sunwind strokes the ElectroHeart
Ignition roars through the corridors
Stream launching the binary vessels
Vanities in extreme formations
Ride into tomorrow's rigid great face
The Machinery outlives the futile scripts
Of our dying jester race
Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age
That speak of silence and silence alone
There is no trace of me
In their altered blueprints of life
Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age
That speak of silence and silence alone
There is no trace of me
In their altered blueprints of life