[00:00.00] 作词 : Tuomas Holopainen/Marko Hietala
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Tuomas Holopainen/Marko Hietala
[00:49.66]These stories given to us all
[00:53.19]Are filled with sacrifice and robes of lust
[00:57.11]Dissonant choirs and downcast eyes
[01:00.99]Selfhood of a condescending ape
[01:04.62]Behold the crown of a heavenly spy
[01:08.64]Forged in blood of those who defy
[01:12.49]Kiss the ring, praise and sing
[01:16.25]He loves you dwelling in fear and sin
[01:20.24][02:25.07]Fear is a choice you embrace
[04:32.00][01:24.37][02:28.71]Your only truth
[04:39.69][02:36.03][01:31.17]Tribal poetry
[04:43.83][02:40.37][01:35.70]Witchcraft filling your void
[04:47.13][02:43.92][01:38.00]Lust for fantasy
[04:54.69][02:51.35][01:46.48]Male necrocracy
[04:58.61][02:55.12][01:50.59]Every child worthy of a better tale
[01:54.59]Pick your author from à la carte fantasy
[01:58.21]Filled with suffering and slavery
[02:02.04]You live only for the days to come
[02:05.74]Shoveling trash of the upper caste
[02:09.60]Smiling mouth in a rotting head
[02:13.44]Sucking dry the teat of the scared
[02:17.11]A storytelling breed we are
[02:21.00]A starving crew with show-off toys
[03:37.55]From words into war of the worlds
[03:45.55]This one we forsake with scorn
[03:53.01]From lies the strength of our love
[04:00.38]Mother’s milk laced with poison for this newborn
[04:17.47]Wake up child, I have a story to tell

作词 : Tuomas Holopainen/Marko Hietala
作曲 : Tuomas Holopainen/Marko Hietala
These stories given to us all
Are filled with sacrifice and robes of lust
Dissonant choirs and downcast eyes
Selfhood of a condescending ape
Behold the crown of a heavenly spy
Forged in blood of those who defy
Kiss the ring, praise and sing
He loves you dwelling in fear and sin
Fear is a choice you embrace
Your only truth
Tribal poetry
Witchcraft filling your void
Lust for fantasy
Male necrocracy
Every child worthy of a better tale
Pick your author from à la carte fantasy
Filled with suffering and slavery
You live only for the days to come
Shoveling trash of the upper caste
Smiling mouth in a rotting head
Sucking dry the teat of the scared
A storytelling breed we are
A starving crew with show-off toys
From words into war of the worlds
This one we forsake with scorn
From lies the strength of our love
Mother’s milk laced with poison for this newborn
Wake up child, I have a story to tell