| 作曲 : Potvin, Potvin | |
| The journey was tiring | |
| The winds were our sole nourishment | |
| We quenched our thirst with the dew | |
| We crossed the barren lands | |
| Looking for what shan't be found | |
| This is the story of a lost squadron | |
| Searching for the source | |
| To mend its chaotic destiny | |
| We're like dead flowers | |
| Even before the first buds appear | |
| Our senses only grasp | |
| The unattainable shadow of our spirit | |
| We walk backwards, | |
| Towards the beginning of nothingness | |
| Straight core | |
| We need a breath all the time | |
| Strength blood | |
| Concrete seclusion is still alive | |
| Our weapons challenge the strength of our enemies | |
| And our enemies' weapons challenge our own | |
| Violence mowed down our fellow countrymen | |
| And the souls of the dead come back to torture the living | |
| Straight core | |
| We need a breath all the time | |
| Strength blood | |
| Concrete seclusion is still alive | |
| Our mistake can't be measured anymore | |
| We have spread terror far and wide | |
| And the clouds of smoke springing out of the battered earth | |
| Darken the sky forever |
| zuo qu : Potvin, Potvin | |
| The journey was tiring | |
| The winds were our sole nourishment | |
| We quenched our thirst with the dew | |
| We crossed the barren lands | |
| Looking for what shan' t be found | |
| This is the story of a lost squadron | |
| Searching for the source | |
| To mend its chaotic destiny | |
| We' re like dead flowers | |
| Even before the first buds appear | |
| Our senses only grasp | |
| The unattainable shadow of our spirit | |
| We walk backwards, | |
| Towards the beginning of nothingness | |
| Straight core | |
| We need a breath all the time | |
| Strength blood | |
| Concrete seclusion is still alive | |
| Our weapons challenge the strength of our enemies | |
| And our enemies' weapons challenge our own | |
| Violence mowed down our fellow countrymen | |
| And the souls of the dead come back to torture the living | |
| Straight core | |
| We need a breath all the time | |
| Strength blood | |
| Concrete seclusion is still alive | |
| Our mistake can' t be measured anymore | |
| We have spread terror far and wide | |
| And the clouds of smoke springing out of the battered earth | |
| Darken the sky forever |
| zuò qǔ : Potvin, Potvin | |
| The journey was tiring | |
| The winds were our sole nourishment | |
| We quenched our thirst with the dew | |
| We crossed the barren lands | |
| Looking for what shan' t be found | |
| This is the story of a lost squadron | |
| Searching for the source | |
| To mend its chaotic destiny | |
| We' re like dead flowers | |
| Even before the first buds appear | |
| Our senses only grasp | |
| The unattainable shadow of our spirit | |
| We walk backwards, | |
| Towards the beginning of nothingness | |
| Straight core | |
| We need a breath all the time | |
| Strength blood | |
| Concrete seclusion is still alive | |
| Our weapons challenge the strength of our enemies | |
| And our enemies' weapons challenge our own | |
| Violence mowed down our fellow countrymen | |
| And the souls of the dead come back to torture the living | |
| Straight core | |
| We need a breath all the time | |
| Strength blood | |
| Concrete seclusion is still alive | |
| Our mistake can' t be measured anymore | |
| We have spread terror far and wide | |
| And the clouds of smoke springing out of the battered earth | |
| Darken the sky forever |