[00:00.000] 作词 : Etienne Quartey-Papafio[00:01.000] 作曲 : Etienne Quartey-Papafio/Vanessa Govinden/Omojagunwaye Meseorisa/Michael Adelaja[00:06.970] Covet ire, scabbard empty[00:10.730] Wounded warrior, fool[00:14.106] Emblazoned indignation writs[00:17.864] "Does it have to be you?"[00:20.679][00:21.678] Shoulder arcs, dagger turns[00:25.284] Eclipsing sun to plunge[00:29.362] Flag above the zeitgeist[00:32.373] Hand and pommel draw near into amalgamation[00:46.750][00:51.252] Spire in storm, it is fouling[00:55.481] This is reckoning[00:58.542] Phantom strides inside the mire[01:02.448] Blade clashes in the glade[01:05.158][01:05.913] And I, the spectre, wound the pyre[01:09.932] Marketh by thy name[01:13.915] Burn you whole to my eden[01:17.580] To your envy's gaze[01:19.930][01:35.431] Shoulder arcs, dagger turns[01:39.081] Eclipse the sun to plunge[01:43.148] High above the steeple[01:45.845] Hand and pommel draw near into amalgamation[02:01.668][02:04.964] Spire in storm, fetter in rage[02:09.359] This is reckoning[02:12.502] Phantom strides inside the mire[02:16.297] Blade clashes in the glade[02:19.038][02:19.721] And I, the spectre, wound the pyre[02:23.615] Marketh by thy name[02:27.690] Burn you whole to my eden[02:31.377] To your envy's gaze