[00:00.00] 作词 : Roland Möller[00:01.00] 作曲 : Roland Möller[02:16.74]The season is wilting[02:20.40]and the fevers rise[02:24.42]while the mind is facing a scythe[02:28.80]Standing enchanted[02:30.00]by a pallid shine[02:30.33]of the grand long-lasting night[02:44.82]Darkness is hunting[02:45.30]the remaining hopes[02:48.75]and fiercely handing out ropes[02:56.64]Epiphany moments[02:57.06]will not pass us by[03:01.56]as the tempest sweeps our cries[03:03.72]The tempest is raging[03:12.81]We’re fading away[03:13.35]Revolving around the crumbling sphere of our very existence[03:22.08]The rain over us has turned into foul and acrid dust[03:25.05]Making towards the soft embrace, a mere mirage in the distance[03:30.81]The absence of youth has left all poor souls scarred and lost