| Song | Blood from the Air |
| Artist | Coil |
| Album | Horse Rotorvator |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Balance, Coil | |
| A sleeping explorer, his wandering mind | |
| Crossed over the border | |
| A mind like a cemetery where the corpses are turning | |
| Where the bodies twist deep | |
| In the frozen grip of a dreamless sleep | |
| Then the lowest comes up | |
| Like a wreck from the depths | |
| He hears night calling and has dreams of waking | |
| Here in this brightness | |
| That burns like slow lightning | |
| He sees words burnt in ice | |
| And reads that the world is a wound | |
| And the body of Christ | |
| Effects of the animal, animal sound effects | |
| He says, "Death, he is my friend | |
| He's promised me a quick end" | |
| The world is in pain | |
| And should be put down | |
| And God is a sadist | |
| And that he knows it | |
| The depths of the night skies | |
| Reflects in his eye | |
| He says, "Everything changes | |
| (Nine knives of ice) | |
| And everyone dies" | |
| And the night slits her veins | |
| And the darkness drains | |
| And the void rumbles in | |
| Like an underground train | |
| Forever comes closer | |
| The world is in pain | |
| We all must be shown, we must realise | |
| That everyone changes and everything dies |
| zuo ci : Balance, Coil | |
| A sleeping explorer, his wandering mind | |
| Crossed over the border | |
| A mind like a cemetery where the corpses are turning | |
| Where the bodies twist deep | |
| In the frozen grip of a dreamless sleep | |
| Then the lowest comes up | |
| Like a wreck from the depths | |
| He hears night calling and has dreams of waking | |
| Here in this brightness | |
| That burns like slow lightning | |
| He sees words burnt in ice | |
| And reads that the world is a wound | |
| And the body of Christ | |
| Effects of the animal, animal sound effects | |
| He says, " Death, he is my friend | |
| He' s promised me a quick end" | |
| The world is in pain | |
| And should be put down | |
| And God is a sadist | |
| And that he knows it | |
| The depths of the night skies | |
| Reflects in his eye | |
| He says, " Everything changes | |
| Nine knives of ice | |
| And everyone dies" | |
| And the night slits her veins | |
| And the darkness drains | |
| And the void rumbles in | |
| Like an underground train | |
| Forever comes closer | |
| The world is in pain | |
| We all must be shown, we must realise | |
| That everyone changes and everything dies |
| zuò cí : Balance, Coil | |
| A sleeping explorer, his wandering mind | |
| Crossed over the border | |
| A mind like a cemetery where the corpses are turning | |
| Where the bodies twist deep | |
| In the frozen grip of a dreamless sleep | |
| Then the lowest comes up | |
| Like a wreck from the depths | |
| He hears night calling and has dreams of waking | |
| Here in this brightness | |
| That burns like slow lightning | |
| He sees words burnt in ice | |
| And reads that the world is a wound | |
| And the body of Christ | |
| Effects of the animal, animal sound effects | |
| He says, " Death, he is my friend | |
| He' s promised me a quick end" | |
| The world is in pain | |
| And should be put down | |
| And God is a sadist | |
| And that he knows it | |
| The depths of the night skies | |
| Reflects in his eye | |
| He says, " Everything changes | |
| Nine knives of ice | |
| And everyone dies" | |
| And the night slits her veins | |
| And the darkness drains | |
| And the void rumbles in | |
| Like an underground train | |
| Forever comes closer | |
| The world is in pain | |
| We all must be shown, we must realise | |
| That everyone changes and everything dies |