| Song | Prelude (Again) |
| Artist | This Is Hell |
| Album | Sundowning |
| 作曲 : This Is Hell | |
| It begin with this. | |
| This is a declaration of intent. | |
| We're taking back all those somber years we spent full of days we wasted wishing we had stayed in bed. | |
| Our debts are paid in ink and blood for all the things we've said this is a statement of our will. | |
| We're not going down in history for standing still. | |
| We are racing against the sun. | |
| Our debts are pain in ink and blood for all the things we've done | |
| We're making blood oaths, we're making promises to ourselves and hoping someone's listening. | |
| Our debts are paid in ink and blood | |
| Kiss the ground goodbye for a while. | |
| Fare thee well, everything we knew. | |
| We're trading in our lives for a song and hoping beyond hope that it'll see us through. | |
| We're doing our best to make good on this. | |
| Fare thee well, everything we knew. | |
| We're trading in our lives for a song and hoping beyond hope that it'll see us through. | |
| So what have you got left now? | |
| You're gonna have to dig real deep, | |
| We're paying off our debts in ink and blood, 'cause these are promises that we intend to keep. |
| zuò qǔ : This Is Hell | |
| It begin with this. | |
| This is a declaration of intent. | |
| We' re taking back all those somber years we spent full of days we wasted wishing we had stayed in bed. | |
| Our debts are paid in ink and blood for all the things we' ve said this is a statement of our will. | |
| We' re not going down in history for standing still. | |
| We are racing against the sun. | |
| Our debts are pain in ink and blood for all the things we' ve done | |
| We' re making blood oaths, we' re making promises to ourselves and hoping someone' s listening. | |
| Our debts are paid in ink and blood | |
| Kiss the ground goodbye for a while. | |
| Fare thee well, everything we knew. | |
| We' re trading in our lives for a song and hoping beyond hope that it' ll see us through. | |
| We' re doing our best to make good on this. | |
| Fare thee well, everything we knew. | |
| We' re trading in our lives for a song and hoping beyond hope that it' ll see us through. | |
| So what have you got left now? | |
| You' re gonna have to dig real deep, | |
| We' re paying off our debts in ink and blood, ' cause these are promises that we intend to keep. |