| Song | A Torrent of Fears |
| Artist | Penumbra |
| Album | The Last Bewitchment |
| 作曲 : Dorjan, Penumbra | |
| As a sad face | |
| Sailing and slides | |
| In a bright ocean | |
| Pursing a kind life | |
| Under a flapping rain | |
| Of steam of mist | |
| And in this bar | |
| He fails and drinks | |
| And in this burning | |
| Alcohol he sinks down | |
| Forgetting his misfortune, | |
| His anxiety and his fear | |
| Il entre dans l'all©e royale, | |
| D©fie ses sujets, prend la timbale d'or | |
| Le sceptre et la couronne, | |
| Il se sert, se bat et ordonne | |
| Flames are falling in his brain | |
| Of enlightened madman. | |
| Et maintenant il entre dans la danse des si¨cles, | |
| Et d'un pouvoir immense, il r¨gne sur tous ces esprits | |
| Tremblants au regard si vide, pauvre peuple oubli© | |
| Dans sa folie de l'ordre qui le m¨ne la mort, | |
| Telle une horde avan§ant, g©missante, | |
| Se heurtant et coups de poings, s'entre-tuant. | |
| From a leftover smoke from a candle put out | |
| A torrent of fears shakes him despite his laugh that rings | |
| As an old bell out of tune and empty in the whistling wind, | |
| A light tune on the reef and he sniggers like this reptile | |
| Which is strutting in this marsh where wise men get bogged ... | |
| Down |
| zuò qǔ : Dorjan, Penumbra | |
| As a sad face | |
| Sailing and slides | |
| In a bright ocean | |
| Pursing a kind life | |
| Under a flapping rain | |
| Of steam of mist | |
| And in this bar | |
| He fails and drinks | |
| And in this burning | |
| Alcohol he sinks down | |
| Forgetting his misfortune, | |
| His anxiety and his fear | |
| Il entre dans l' all e royale, | |
| D fie ses sujets, prend la timbale d' or | |
| Le sceptre et la couronne, | |
| Il se sert, se bat et ordonne | |
| Flames are falling in his brain | |
| Of enlightened madman. | |
| Et maintenant il entre dans la danse des si cles, | |
| Et d' un pouvoir immense, il r gne sur tous ces esprits | |
| Tremblants au regard si vide, pauvre peuple oubli | |
| Dans sa folie de l' ordre qui le m ne la mort, | |
| Telle une horde avan ant, g missante, | |
| Se heurtant et coups de poings, s' entretuant. | |
| From a leftover smoke from a candle put out | |
| A torrent of fears shakes him despite his laugh that rings | |
| As an old bell out of tune and empty in the whistling wind, | |
| A light tune on the reef and he sniggers like this reptile | |
| Which is strutting in this marsh where wise men get bogged ... | |
| Down |