| 作词 : Frelik, Wiwczarek | |
| We await the silent empire | |
| The timeless domain of disinherited ones | |
| We do believe in silence | |
| All that is hidden and hushed serves our quest | |
| The spaceless kingdom of ones that expect | |
| The nameless worshippers of future to come | |
| When the courier's sign glimmers in the dark | |
| We rise our eyes in wait | |
| Our heads - that's where it dwells | |
| Our hearts - that's where it ripens | |
| Our hopes - that's where it reigns | |
| You'd better never antagonize the horn | |
| We wish to disremember the defeated cause | |
| Lost in the maze of the world | |
| We restlessly seek way out and up | |
| To evil towers, to another fall from grace into pride | |
| There in the world they think they conspire | |
| How pitiful seems their toil and plot | |
| We drop out letters into waste bins in the streets | |
| And gather to read the words of those who concoct | |
| Our heads - that's where it dwells | |
| Our hearts - that's where it ripens | |
| Our hopes - that's where it reigns | |
| You'd better never antagonize the horn | |
| The empire, it is in us | |
| The horn, there you can see | |
| The message, this should come soon | |
| Trystero, the name we behold | |
| We're from the outer empire | |
| Our heads - that's where it dwells | |
| Our hearts - that's where it ripens | |
| Our hopes - that's where it reigns | |
| You'd better never antagonize the horn | |
| We await the silent empire | |
| In the so-called "Enochion" system of | |
| Magick, the 10th | |
| Ethyr (a non-dimensional sphere of the Astral) named | |
| ZAX is the place where the | |
| Psychonaut must meet and battle | |
| CHRONZON, a deamon-god to some, yet an illusory non-entity to others. | |
| This devil of | |
| Dispersion is the guardian of the | |
| Abyss, the | |
| Dweller of the | |
| Threshold, and the | |
| Gate itself, thus identical with | |
| YOG-SOTHOT of | |
| H. P. Lovecraft's mythos. |
| zuo ci : Frelik, Wiwczarek | |
| We await the silent empire | |
| The timeless domain of disinherited ones | |
| We do believe in silence | |
| All that is hidden and hushed serves our quest | |
| The spaceless kingdom of ones that expect | |
| The nameless worshippers of future to come | |
| When the courier' s sign glimmers in the dark | |
| We rise our eyes in wait | |
| Our heads that' s where it dwells | |
| Our hearts that' s where it ripens | |
| Our hopes that' s where it reigns | |
| You' d better never antagonize the horn | |
| We wish to disremember the defeated cause | |
| Lost in the maze of the world | |
| We restlessly seek way out and up | |
| To evil towers, to another fall from grace into pride | |
| There in the world they think they conspire | |
| How pitiful seems their toil and plot | |
| We drop out letters into waste bins in the streets | |
| And gather to read the words of those who concoct | |
| Our heads that' s where it dwells | |
| Our hearts that' s where it ripens | |
| Our hopes that' s where it reigns | |
| You' d better never antagonize the horn | |
| The empire, it is in us | |
| The horn, there you can see | |
| The message, this should come soon | |
| Trystero, the name we behold | |
| We' re from the outer empire | |
| Our heads that' s where it dwells | |
| Our hearts that' s where it ripens | |
| Our hopes that' s where it reigns | |
| You' d better never antagonize the horn | |
| We await the silent empire | |
| In the socalled " Enochion" system of | |
| Magick, the 10th | |
| Ethyr a nondimensional sphere of the Astral named | |
| ZAX is the place where the | |
| Psychonaut must meet and battle | |
| CHRONZON, a deamongod to some, yet an illusory nonentity to others. | |
| This devil of | |
| Dispersion is the guardian of the | |
| Abyss, the | |
| Dweller of the | |
| Threshold, and the | |
| Gate itself, thus identical with | |
| YOGSOTHOT of | |
| H. P. Lovecraft' s mythos. |
| zuò cí : Frelik, Wiwczarek | |
| We await the silent empire | |
| The timeless domain of disinherited ones | |
| We do believe in silence | |
| All that is hidden and hushed serves our quest | |
| The spaceless kingdom of ones that expect | |
| The nameless worshippers of future to come | |
| When the courier' s sign glimmers in the dark | |
| We rise our eyes in wait | |
| Our heads that' s where it dwells | |
| Our hearts that' s where it ripens | |
| Our hopes that' s where it reigns | |
| You' d better never antagonize the horn | |
| We wish to disremember the defeated cause | |
| Lost in the maze of the world | |
| We restlessly seek way out and up | |
| To evil towers, to another fall from grace into pride | |
| There in the world they think they conspire | |
| How pitiful seems their toil and plot | |
| We drop out letters into waste bins in the streets | |
| And gather to read the words of those who concoct | |
| Our heads that' s where it dwells | |
| Our hearts that' s where it ripens | |
| Our hopes that' s where it reigns | |
| You' d better never antagonize the horn | |
| The empire, it is in us | |
| The horn, there you can see | |
| The message, this should come soon | |
| Trystero, the name we behold | |
| We' re from the outer empire | |
| Our heads that' s where it dwells | |
| Our hearts that' s where it ripens | |
| Our hopes that' s where it reigns | |
| You' d better never antagonize the horn | |
| We await the silent empire | |
| In the socalled " Enochion" system of | |
| Magick, the 10th | |
| Ethyr a nondimensional sphere of the Astral named | |
| ZAX is the place where the | |
| Psychonaut must meet and battle | |
| CHRONZON, a deamongod to some, yet an illusory nonentity to others. | |
| This devil of | |
| Dispersion is the guardian of the | |
| Abyss, the | |
| Dweller of the | |
| Threshold, and the | |
| Gate itself, thus identical with | |
| YOGSOTHOT of | |
| H. P. Lovecraft' s mythos. |
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