| Song | Prelude to Ruin |
| Artist | Fates Warning |
| Album | Still Life [live] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Arch, Matheos | |
| Look to sunrise man tell me what you see | |
| The eagle has flown underground abandoned | |
| You abandoned me | |
| Fifty two falling stars are burning up the sky | |
| Blazing torch falls to the ocean bottom where | |
| Black predictions lie | |
| Have you faith in scripture visions of kings | |
| Reaper of reality your destiny the sisters sing | |
| Vultures scavenge the subconscious of your | |
| Mind | |
| Their ally is time for you to fall and yield | |
| Your mind to the cynic | |
| They should be held so high and not looked | |
| Down upon | |
| They are the root of the country. The roots | |
| So firm and tranquil, when will the spirits be | |
| Welcomed, listen the music is heard again. | |
| When there are lofty high roof tops carved | |
| Walls and yielding crops | |
| When the palace is wild for lusting. When | |
| The forest if wild for hunting. Existence | |
| Of any one thing has never been but the | |
| Prelude to ruin | |
| Wars and temper tantrums are the make- | |
| Shifts of ignorance | |
| Regrets illuminate to late. Depth beyond sin | |
| Is fathomed | |
| Wandering through the devils field sowing | |
| His seed | |
| Guardian angel guide us through the night | |
| We compel | |
| His long constant fight. | |
| The more they control eternal destiny | |
| The sisters all of three. | |
| Clotho she spun the web to live the | |
| Thread so tentative. Lachesis she measured | |
| Out the years. Atropos cuts the thread | |
| With her shears. | |
| Time Time Time an imaginary line mine not | |
| Yours nor yours mine | |
| They lead the blind back to mothers womb | |
| Tomb of the unborn child | |
| Coming events cast their shadows before | |
| Wintery wind the eye of the storm witness | |
| The past the future | |
| Holds more prelude to ruin |
| zuo ci : Arch, Matheos | |
| Look to sunrise man tell me what you see | |
| The eagle has flown underground abandoned | |
| You abandoned me | |
| Fifty two falling stars are burning up the sky | |
| Blazing torch falls to the ocean bottom where | |
| Black predictions lie | |
| Have you faith in scripture visions of kings | |
| Reaper of reality your destiny the sisters sing | |
| Vultures scavenge the subconscious of your | |
| Mind | |
| Their ally is time for you to fall and yield | |
| Your mind to the cynic | |
| They should be held so high and not looked | |
| Down upon | |
| They are the root of the country. The roots | |
| So firm and tranquil, when will the spirits be | |
| Welcomed, listen the music is heard again. | |
| When there are lofty high roof tops carved | |
| Walls and yielding crops | |
| When the palace is wild for lusting. When | |
| The forest if wild for hunting. Existence | |
| Of any one thing has never been but the | |
| Prelude to ruin | |
| Wars and temper tantrums are the make | |
| Shifts of ignorance | |
| Regrets illuminate to late. Depth beyond sin | |
| Is fathomed | |
| Wandering through the devils field sowing | |
| His seed | |
| Guardian angel guide us through the night | |
| We compel | |
| His long constant fight. | |
| The more they control eternal destiny | |
| The sisters all of three. | |
| Clotho she spun the web to live the | |
| Thread so tentative. Lachesis she measured | |
| Out the years. Atropos cuts the thread | |
| With her shears. | |
| Time Time Time an imaginary line mine not | |
| Yours nor yours mine | |
| They lead the blind back to mothers womb | |
| Tomb of the unborn child | |
| Coming events cast their shadows before | |
| Wintery wind the eye of the storm witness | |
| The past the future | |
| Holds more prelude to ruin |
| zuò cí : Arch, Matheos | |
| Look to sunrise man tell me what you see | |
| The eagle has flown underground abandoned | |
| You abandoned me | |
| Fifty two falling stars are burning up the sky | |
| Blazing torch falls to the ocean bottom where | |
| Black predictions lie | |
| Have you faith in scripture visions of kings | |
| Reaper of reality your destiny the sisters sing | |
| Vultures scavenge the subconscious of your | |
| Mind | |
| Their ally is time for you to fall and yield | |
| Your mind to the cynic | |
| They should be held so high and not looked | |
| Down upon | |
| They are the root of the country. The roots | |
| So firm and tranquil, when will the spirits be | |
| Welcomed, listen the music is heard again. | |
| When there are lofty high roof tops carved | |
| Walls and yielding crops | |
| When the palace is wild for lusting. When | |
| The forest if wild for hunting. Existence | |
| Of any one thing has never been but the | |
| Prelude to ruin | |
| Wars and temper tantrums are the make | |
| Shifts of ignorance | |
| Regrets illuminate to late. Depth beyond sin | |
| Is fathomed | |
| Wandering through the devils field sowing | |
| His seed | |
| Guardian angel guide us through the night | |
| We compel | |
| His long constant fight. | |
| The more they control eternal destiny | |
| The sisters all of three. | |
| Clotho she spun the web to live the | |
| Thread so tentative. Lachesis she measured | |
| Out the years. Atropos cuts the thread | |
| With her shears. | |
| Time Time Time an imaginary line mine not | |
| Yours nor yours mine | |
| They lead the blind back to mothers womb | |
| Tomb of the unborn child | |
| Coming events cast their shadows before | |
| Wintery wind the eye of the storm witness | |
| The past the future | |
| Holds more prelude to ruin |