| Song | Crimson Wave |
| Artist | Amorphis |
| Album | Am Universum |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Amorphis, Koskinen | |
| She's riding on a | |
| Crimson Wave | |
| Truth sat | |
| on her shoulder | |
| Planets before | |
| melting face | |
| The keys for the | |
| wounded | |
| Sinking into | |
| underground | |
| Please the one | |
| who wants it | |
| Something is | |
| pulling you down | |
| It's not the cravings | |
| why you need it | |
| It's a rush hour | |
| inside my head | |
| Don't wanna | |
| share the anguish | |
| And I will take it | |
| away from you | |
| Before | |
| you can change it | |
| That bastard hallucination's | |
| pushing me | |
| Like a damned | |
| I walk over | |
| Touch the sky | |
| When it's burning red | |
| Standing the ground | |
| I have chosen | |
| Standing the ground | |
| I have chosen | |
| Shivering in | |
| outer space | |
| There's no one | |
| who can hear you | |
| Getting into | |
| different state | |
| It's like | |
| getting nowhere | |
| Gathering all those | |
| fears and fails | |
| There's no one | |
| who can see you | |
| Someone is | |
| pulling you down | |
| It's not the cravings | |
| why you need it | |
| It's a rush hour | |
| inside my head | |
| Don't wanna | |
| share the anguish | |
| And I will take it | |
| away from you | |
| Before | |
| you can change it | |
| That bastard hallucination's | |
| pushing me | |
| Like a damned | |
| I walk over | |
| Touch the sky | |
| When it's burning red | |
| Standing the ground | |
| I have chosen | |
| Standing the ground | |
| I have chosen. |
| zuo ci : Amorphis, Koskinen | |
| She' s riding on a | |
| Crimson Wave | |
| Truth sat | |
| on her shoulder | |
| Planets before | |
| melting face | |
| The keys for the | |
| wounded | |
| Sinking into | |
| underground | |
| Please the one | |
| who wants it | |
| Something is | |
| pulling you down | |
| It' s not the cravings | |
| why you need it | |
| It' s a rush hour | |
| inside my head | |
| Don' t wanna | |
| share the anguish | |
| And I will take it | |
| away from you | |
| Before | |
| you can change it | |
| That bastard hallucination' s | |
| pushing me | |
| Like a damned | |
| I walk over | |
| Touch the sky | |
| When it' s burning red | |
| Standing the ground | |
| I have chosen | |
| Standing the ground | |
| I have chosen | |
| Shivering in | |
| outer space | |
| There' s no one | |
| who can hear you | |
| Getting into | |
| different state | |
| It' s like | |
| getting nowhere | |
| Gathering all those | |
| fears and fails | |
| There' s no one | |
| who can see you | |
| Someone is | |
| pulling you down | |
| It' s not the cravings | |
| why you need it | |
| It' s a rush hour | |
| inside my head | |
| Don' t wanna | |
| share the anguish | |
| And I will take it | |
| away from you | |
| Before | |
| you can change it | |
| That bastard hallucination' s | |
| pushing me | |
| Like a damned | |
| I walk over | |
| Touch the sky | |
| When it' s burning red | |
| Standing the ground | |
| I have chosen | |
| Standing the ground | |
| I have chosen. |
| zuò cí : Amorphis, Koskinen | |
| She' s riding on a | |
| Crimson Wave | |
| Truth sat | |
| on her shoulder | |
| Planets before | |
| melting face | |
| The keys for the | |
| wounded | |
| Sinking into | |
| underground | |
| Please the one | |
| who wants it | |
| Something is | |
| pulling you down | |
| It' s not the cravings | |
| why you need it | |
| It' s a rush hour | |
| inside my head | |
| Don' t wanna | |
| share the anguish | |
| And I will take it | |
| away from you | |
| Before | |
| you can change it | |
| That bastard hallucination' s | |
| pushing me | |
| Like a damned | |
| I walk over | |
| Touch the sky | |
| When it' s burning red | |
| Standing the ground | |
| I have chosen | |
| Standing the ground | |
| I have chosen | |
| Shivering in | |
| outer space | |
| There' s no one | |
| who can hear you | |
| Getting into | |
| different state | |
| It' s like | |
| getting nowhere | |
| Gathering all those | |
| fears and fails | |
| There' s no one | |
| who can see you | |
| Someone is | |
| pulling you down | |
| It' s not the cravings | |
| why you need it | |
| It' s a rush hour | |
| inside my head | |
| Don' t wanna | |
| share the anguish | |
| And I will take it | |
| away from you | |
| Before | |
| you can change it | |
| That bastard hallucination' s | |
| pushing me | |
| Like a damned | |
| I walk over | |
| Touch the sky | |
| When it' s burning red | |
| Standing the ground | |
| I have chosen | |
| Standing the ground | |
| I have chosen. |