| Song | Spellbreaker |
| Artist | Candlemass |
| Album | Candlemass |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Edlin | |
| Walking 'round and 'round in circles | |
| Locked inside himself | |
| The funny farm where he can't hurt us | |
| Or what we all believe | |
| Mute and deaf with no obsessions | |
| A broken watch he got | |
| He's the one that got no questions | |
| Not a word to breathe | |
| And there you see that he flies | |
| Across the room like a swan | |
| The colours sparkle and change | |
| Stars are born 'round a flashing sun | |
| Then it all just stopped, the temperature it dropped | |
| It was so quiet | |
| I couldn't hear the sound of grief no more | |
| We walked into the room, the small and padded room | |
| I looked down on/at the man that lay/laid crying on the floor | |
| The Mother of | |
| Life is a | |
| Whore Always drooling walking backwards | |
| Never dries his tears | |
| Come and see the man of miracles | |
| But please don't come so near | |
| Writing wierd stuf slow and patient | |
| I think it's something deep | |
| Then he tries some levitation | |
| Before he disappears | |
| A rainy day you too might meet him | |
| Give him mercy please | |
| It won't be long until we'll need him | |
| And all that's beautiful | |
| If he speaks the world will tremble | |
| A dream of love we'll see | |
| He's our all the cosmic centre | |
| We are spinning 'round |
| zuo ci : Edlin | |
| Walking ' round and ' round in circles | |
| Locked inside himself | |
| The funny farm where he can' t hurt us | |
| Or what we all believe | |
| Mute and deaf with no obsessions | |
| A broken watch he got | |
| He' s the one that got no questions | |
| Not a word to breathe | |
| And there you see that he flies | |
| Across the room like a swan | |
| The colours sparkle and change | |
| Stars are born ' round a flashing sun | |
| Then it all just stopped, the temperature it dropped | |
| It was so quiet | |
| I couldn' t hear the sound of grief no more | |
| We walked into the room, the small and padded room | |
| I looked down on at the man that lay laid crying on the floor | |
| The Mother of | |
| Life is a | |
| Whore Always drooling walking backwards | |
| Never dries his tears | |
| Come and see the man of miracles | |
| But please don' t come so near | |
| Writing wierd stuf slow and patient | |
| I think it' s something deep | |
| Then he tries some levitation | |
| Before he disappears | |
| A rainy day you too might meet him | |
| Give him mercy please | |
| It won' t be long until we' ll need him | |
| And all that' s beautiful | |
| If he speaks the world will tremble | |
| A dream of love we' ll see | |
| He' s our all the cosmic centre | |
| We are spinning ' round |
| zuò cí : Edlin | |
| Walking ' round and ' round in circles | |
| Locked inside himself | |
| The funny farm where he can' t hurt us | |
| Or what we all believe | |
| Mute and deaf with no obsessions | |
| A broken watch he got | |
| He' s the one that got no questions | |
| Not a word to breathe | |
| And there you see that he flies | |
| Across the room like a swan | |
| The colours sparkle and change | |
| Stars are born ' round a flashing sun | |
| Then it all just stopped, the temperature it dropped | |
| It was so quiet | |
| I couldn' t hear the sound of grief no more | |
| We walked into the room, the small and padded room | |
| I looked down on at the man that lay laid crying on the floor | |
| The Mother of | |
| Life is a | |
| Whore Always drooling walking backwards | |
| Never dries his tears | |
| Come and see the man of miracles | |
| But please don' t come so near | |
| Writing wierd stuf slow and patient | |
| I think it' s something deep | |
| Then he tries some levitation | |
| Before he disappears | |
| A rainy day you too might meet him | |
| Give him mercy please | |
| It won' t be long until we' ll need him | |
| And all that' s beautiful | |
| If he speaks the world will tremble | |
| A dream of love we' ll see | |
| He' s our all the cosmic centre | |
| We are spinning ' round |