| Song | All That Remain |
| Artist | Manticora |
| Album | The Black Circus, Pt. 2: Disclosure |
| 作曲 : Manticora | |
| Not a single trace, everything is gone, the circus has disappeared | |
| Cool morning air, the dawn will come soon, the end of a night so weird | |
| Walking purposeless, watching horrified, the bodies left all around | |
| With the rotting smell of blood your last hope dies, | |
| insane you fall to the ground | |
| As you're lying there | |
| A voice is singing to you | |
| A growl as from deep inside the earth | |
| For centuries your lost soul have been our feast | |
| We leave your remains to bird and to beast | |
| But in the black emptiness of space so cold | |
| We'll wait patiently till we're older than old | |
| And when finally the stars are right once again | |
| We'll come back to rule you with torture and pain | |
| Burning, destroying and with a violent gust | |
| All that remains are ashes and dust | |
| Again before your eyes, the gypsies are dancing, | |
| a bloody face in the rising sun | |
| you stumble to your feet, and without looking back, | |
| you're screaming in fear as you run | |
| As you're running away | |
| A voice is singing to you | |
| A growl as from deep inside your head | |
| For centuries your lost soul have been our feast | |
| We leave your remains to bird and to beast | |
| But in the black emptiness of space so cold | |
| We'll wait patiently till we're older than old | |
| And when finally the stars are right once again | |
| We'll come back to rule you with torture and pain | |
| Burning, destroying and with a violent gust | |
| All that remains are ashes and dust |
| zuò qǔ : Manticora | |
| Not a single trace, everything is gone, the circus has disappeared | |
| Cool morning air, the dawn will come soon, the end of a night so weird | |
| Walking purposeless, watching horrified, the bodies left all around | |
| With the rotting smell of blood your last hope dies, | |
| insane you fall to the ground | |
| As you' re lying there | |
| A voice is singing to you | |
| A growl as from deep inside the earth | |
| For centuries your lost soul have been our feast | |
| We leave your remains to bird and to beast | |
| But in the black emptiness of space so cold | |
| We' ll wait patiently till we' re older than old | |
| And when finally the stars are right once again | |
| We' ll come back to rule you with torture and pain | |
| Burning, destroying and with a violent gust | |
| All that remains are ashes and dust | |
| Again before your eyes, the gypsies are dancing, | |
| a bloody face in the rising sun | |
| you stumble to your feet, and without looking back, | |
| you' re screaming in fear as you run | |
| As you' re running away | |
| A voice is singing to you | |
| A growl as from deep inside your head | |
| For centuries your lost soul have been our feast | |
| We leave your remains to bird and to beast | |
| But in the black emptiness of space so cold | |
| We' ll wait patiently till we' re older than old | |
| And when finally the stars are right once again | |
| We' ll come back to rule you with torture and pain | |
| Burning, destroying and with a violent gust | |
| All that remains are ashes and dust |