| Song | Beyond All Reason |
| Artist | Metal Church |
| Album | A Light in the Dark |
| 作词 : Munroe, Vanderhoof | |
| Curse the man, curse the prophet, worse the man without any eyes | |
| Play the madman, play the poet, some say he hides in a perfect disguise | |
| Less the man that heeds no warning, and lets the sand run through his hands | |
| His fingers stiff with anticipation, as he plots his next feeble plan | |
| Beyond all reason, he holds the key to life | |
| A change of season, all answers in due time | |
| No rhyme or reason, a product of mankind | |
| But he's not the only one, he's just the lonely one | |
| Since ancient times we've bowed to leaders, leaders only by their command | |
| Banned together a bond of freedom, from their rule and master plan | |
| Take the greed, take the power, hold the ring within your hand | |
| Seize the crown and wield the dagger, it's the path of every man | |
| Slipping through the cracks of the system we have made, staring at life as we fall | |
| Remembering places and pictures in time, surprised that we have made it at all | |
| Looking for heroes and praying to gods, uttering secrets we keep | |
| Hope for redemption and someone to blame, the price that we pay is too steep |
| zuò cí : Munroe, Vanderhoof | |
| Curse the man, curse the prophet, worse the man without any eyes | |
| Play the madman, play the poet, some say he hides in a perfect disguise | |
| Less the man that heeds no warning, and lets the sand run through his hands | |
| His fingers stiff with anticipation, as he plots his next feeble plan | |
| Beyond all reason, he holds the key to life | |
| A change of season, all answers in due time | |
| No rhyme or reason, a product of mankind | |
| But he' s not the only one, he' s just the lonely one | |
| Since ancient times we' ve bowed to leaders, leaders only by their command | |
| Banned together a bond of freedom, from their rule and master plan | |
| Take the greed, take the power, hold the ring within your hand | |
| Seize the crown and wield the dagger, it' s the path of every man | |
| Slipping through the cracks of the system we have made, staring at life as we fall | |
| Remembering places and pictures in time, surprised that we have made it at all | |
| Looking for heroes and praying to gods, uttering secrets we keep | |
| Hope for redemption and someone to blame, the price that we pay is too steep |