[00:00.00] 作词 : THORESEN, STIAN TOMT[00:01.00] 作曲 : THORESEN, STIAN TOMT[00:25.43]Glowing eyes, staring eyes![00:28.69]Manifest of evil presence,[00:32.35]With entities swept in disease and decay.[00:39.09]A fall from paradise,[00:40.73]beyond redemption.[00:45.62]Wrathchilds afterglow![00:52.57]He who speaks of nightly treasures.[01:04.19]He who wraps the serpent around my neck.[01:16.00]He who pours poisonous wine in my chalice.[01:27.44]He who lets me serve and slip away.[01:45.60]So I will take shelter,[01:48.86]in the absence of the light.[01:52.41]Hiding like a masked miniature in the dark,[01:57.14]a revenant without relief it seems.[02:03.18]For the art of becoming a progeny,[02:06.73]and to be raised in such curse,[02:10.54]is to forever creep among naive mortals.[02:17.28]Infesting the dead in herds.[02:39.12]Infesting the dead in herds![02:55.19]His grandeur of guidance,[02:56.73]in round trips obscure.[03:01.80]He who immerse my hands in sullen thrills.[03:08.64]His paths on which domination linger,[03:15.12]he who dares to prove the sanity of mine.[03:22.14]He who speaks of nightly treasures.[03:33.80]He who lets me serve and slip away.[03:59.81]Black unearthly void,[04:03.05]creatures crawling.[04:07.36]Forbidden forgotten,[04:09.50]fairly underrated.[04:15.17]Bastards in the shape of angels,[04:18.28]holding my hands.[04:22.41]Passing me what is left of the wine.[04:30.48]Bastards in the shape of angels,[04:33.82]holding my hands.[04:38.00]Passing me what is left of the wine.