| Song | Rivalry Of Phantoms |
| Artist | Borknagar |
| Album | Quintessence |
| 作词 : Brun | |
| Rivalry of Phantoms | |
| The tide of the substances | |
| Furious force, a stunning course | |
| A war unbroken | |
| It's the coil of the combining ends | |
| The dawn of the random fall | |
| I summon the winter, the autumns son | |
| The way of those, the way of mine | |
| I summon the winds, the rage of storms | |
| My way is for those, the sinner's kind | |
| Damnation groan, hear the call | |
| The tide of the substance, spins in the core | |
| Like a furious force kept stunning beyond | |
| It's the coil of the combining ends | |
| The dawn of the random fall | |
| I summon the rivers the ocean's son | |
| The way of those the way of mine | |
| I summon the motion, the presence of time | |
| My way is for those, the sinners kind | |
| Beware the sight of those | |
| Those who were my sight | |
| Beware the hate of those | |
| Who rivals as the storms | |
| Who storms as rivals | |
| At the plains, in the havoc | |
| The rivalry of phantoms | |
| The erosion is my war, die you may | |
| The wind is my passion. Utterly you weep | |
| The rivers are my blood, drown you may | |
| The wind is my passion, the passion to fight |
| zuò cí : Brun | |
| Rivalry of Phantoms | |
| The tide of the substances | |
| Furious force, a stunning course | |
| A war unbroken | |
| It' s the coil of the combining ends | |
| The dawn of the random fall | |
| I summon the winter, the autumns son | |
| The way of those, the way of mine | |
| I summon the winds, the rage of storms | |
| My way is for those, the sinner' s kind | |
| Damnation groan, hear the call | |
| The tide of the substance, spins in the core | |
| Like a furious force kept stunning beyond | |
| It' s the coil of the combining ends | |
| The dawn of the random fall | |
| I summon the rivers the ocean' s son | |
| The way of those the way of mine | |
| I summon the motion, the presence of time | |
| My way is for those, the sinners kind | |
| Beware the sight of those | |
| Those who were my sight | |
| Beware the hate of those | |
| Who rivals as the storms | |
| Who storms as rivals | |
| At the plains, in the havoc | |
| The rivalry of phantoms | |
| The erosion is my war, die you may | |
| The wind is my passion. Utterly you weep | |
| The rivers are my blood, drown you may | |
| The wind is my passion, the passion to fight |