| Song | The Gates of Delirium |
| Artist | Yes |
| Album | Symphonic Live |
| 作曲 : Anderson, Howe, Moraz, Squire ... | |
| Stand and fight, we do consider | |
| Reminded of an inner pact between us | |
| That's seen as we go and ride there in motion | |
| To fields secrets of honor, defending | |
| Stand the marchers soaring talons | |
| Peaceful lives will not deliver freedom | |
| Fighting we know, destroy oppression | |
| The point to reaction as leaders look to you, attacking | |
| Choose and renounce, throwing chains to the floor | |
| Kill or be killing, faster sins correct the flow | |
| Casting giant shadows off fast penetrating force | |
| To alter via the war that seen as friction spans | |
| The spirit's wrath ascending to redeem | |
| Wars that shout in screams of anguish | |
| Power spent passion despoils our soul receiver | |
| Surely we know, in glory we rise to offer | |
| Create our freedom, a word we utter, a word | |
| Words cause our banner, victorious our day | |
| Will silence be promised as violence displays? | |
| The curse increased, we fight the power and live by it by day | |
| Our Gods awake in thunderous roars and guide | |
| The leader's hand in paths of glory to the cause | |
| Listen, should we fight forever | |
| Knowing, as we do know fear destroys? | |
| Listen, should we leave our children? | |
| Listen, our lives stare in silence, help us now | |
| Listen, your friends have been broken | |
| They tell us of your poison, now we know | |
| Kill them, give them as they give us | |
| Slay them, burn their children's laughter on to hell | |
| The fist will run, grasp metal to gun | |
| Spirit sings in crashing tones, we gain the battle drum | |
| Our cries will shrill, the air will moan and crash into the dawn | |
| The pen won't stay the demon's wings | |
| The hour approaches, pounding out the | |
| Devil's sermon | |
| Soon oh soon the light | |
| Pass within and soothe this endless night | |
| Oh wait here for you, our reason to be here | |
| Soon oh soon the time | |
| All we move to gain will reach and calm | |
| Our heart is open, our reason to be here | |
| Long ago, set into rhyme | |
| Soon oh soon the light | |
| Ours to shape for all time, ours the right | |
| The sun will lead us, our reason to be here | |
| Soon oh soon the light | |
| Ours to shape for all time, ours the right | |
| The sun will lead us, our reason to be here |
| zuò qǔ : Anderson, Howe, Moraz, Squire ... | |
| Stand and fight, we do consider | |
| Reminded of an inner pact between us | |
| That' s seen as we go and ride there in motion | |
| To fields secrets of honor, defending | |
| Stand the marchers soaring talons | |
| Peaceful lives will not deliver freedom | |
| Fighting we know, destroy oppression | |
| The point to reaction as leaders look to you, attacking | |
| Choose and renounce, throwing chains to the floor | |
| Kill or be killing, faster sins correct the flow | |
| Casting giant shadows off fast penetrating force | |
| To alter via the war that seen as friction spans | |
| The spirit' s wrath ascending to redeem | |
| Wars that shout in screams of anguish | |
| Power spent passion despoils our soul receiver | |
| Surely we know, in glory we rise to offer | |
| Create our freedom, a word we utter, a word | |
| Words cause our banner, victorious our day | |
| Will silence be promised as violence displays? | |
| The curse increased, we fight the power and live by it by day | |
| Our Gods awake in thunderous roars and guide | |
| The leader' s hand in paths of glory to the cause | |
| Listen, should we fight forever | |
| Knowing, as we do know fear destroys? | |
| Listen, should we leave our children? | |
| Listen, our lives stare in silence, help us now | |
| Listen, your friends have been broken | |
| They tell us of your poison, now we know | |
| Kill them, give them as they give us | |
| Slay them, burn their children' s laughter on to hell | |
| The fist will run, grasp metal to gun | |
| Spirit sings in crashing tones, we gain the battle drum | |
| Our cries will shrill, the air will moan and crash into the dawn | |
| The pen won' t stay the demon' s wings | |
| The hour approaches, pounding out the | |
| Devil' s sermon | |
| Soon oh soon the light | |
| Pass within and soothe this endless night | |
| Oh wait here for you, our reason to be here | |
| Soon oh soon the time | |
| All we move to gain will reach and calm | |
| Our heart is open, our reason to be here | |
| Long ago, set into rhyme | |
| Soon oh soon the light | |
| Ours to shape for all time, ours the right | |
| The sun will lead us, our reason to be here | |
| Soon oh soon the light | |
| Ours to shape for all time, ours the right | |
| The sun will lead us, our reason to be here |