| Song | No Longer Human |
| Artist | Dark Fortress |
| Album | Eidolon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Morean, Santura | |
| Open the Aethyr with a creak like a quake, | |
| And a hiss of newborn stars, | |
| There is division, hither, homeward, | |
| We call to life, the | |
| Anti-Janus, | |
| The anti-door that splits the mirror, | |
| We call to death, the inertia of incarnation, | |
| Twirling the vortex, our gazes, hermetic, | |
| Shall cause the tide of time to rip. | |
| No longer morphically crucified, | |
| Devour the form of all life, | |
| In their star-engulfing grip. | |
| Twin gaping black holes, | |
| Consume your flesh, | |
| In a halo of flaring, spinning worlds, | |
| No longer human, | |
| Your eyes are transcending, | |
| The cortex of your burning soul, | |
| Deep in the heart of | |
| Uroboros, | |
| Rectificando | |
| Invenies Clavem | |
| Occultam, | |
| Unmake all doors, | |
| Let life and death be one, | |
| Plunge with me, | |
| Into the sixth dimension, | |
| Embodied in us, | |
| The phase-space of all life at once, | |
| Twirling the vortex, | |
| Our gazes spawn novas, | |
| Have caused the void of space to rip, | |
| No longer morphically crucified, | |
| Devour the form of all life, | |
| In their star-engulfing grip, | |
| Born from our fire, | |
| The shape of all death at once, | |
| Twin gaping black holes, | |
| Consume your flesh, | |
| In a halo of flaring, spinning worlds, | |
| No longer human, | |
| Your eyes are transcending, | |
| The cortex of your burning soul... |
| zuo qu : Morean, Santura | |
| Open the Aethyr with a creak like a quake, | |
| And a hiss of newborn stars, | |
| There is division, hither, homeward, | |
| We call to life, the | |
| AntiJanus, | |
| The antidoor that splits the mirror, | |
| We call to death, the inertia of incarnation, | |
| Twirling the vortex, our gazes, hermetic, | |
| Shall cause the tide of time to rip. | |
| No longer morphically crucified, | |
| Devour the form of all life, | |
| In their starengulfing grip. | |
| Twin gaping black holes, | |
| Consume your flesh, | |
| In a halo of flaring, spinning worlds, | |
| No longer human, | |
| Your eyes are transcending, | |
| The cortex of your burning soul, | |
| Deep in the heart of | |
| Uroboros, | |
| Rectificando | |
| Invenies Clavem | |
| Occultam, | |
| Unmake all doors, | |
| Let life and death be one, | |
| Plunge with me, | |
| Into the sixth dimension, | |
| Embodied in us, | |
| The phasespace of all life at once, | |
| Twirling the vortex, | |
| Our gazes spawn novas, | |
| Have caused the void of space to rip, | |
| No longer morphically crucified, | |
| Devour the form of all life, | |
| In their starengulfing grip, | |
| Born from our fire, | |
| The shape of all death at once, | |
| Twin gaping black holes, | |
| Consume your flesh, | |
| In a halo of flaring, spinning worlds, | |
| No longer human, | |
| Your eyes are transcending, | |
| The cortex of your burning soul... |
| zuò qǔ : Morean, Santura | |
| Open the Aethyr with a creak like a quake, | |
| And a hiss of newborn stars, | |
| There is division, hither, homeward, | |
| We call to life, the | |
| AntiJanus, | |
| The antidoor that splits the mirror, | |
| We call to death, the inertia of incarnation, | |
| Twirling the vortex, our gazes, hermetic, | |
| Shall cause the tide of time to rip. | |
| No longer morphically crucified, | |
| Devour the form of all life, | |
| In their starengulfing grip. | |
| Twin gaping black holes, | |
| Consume your flesh, | |
| In a halo of flaring, spinning worlds, | |
| No longer human, | |
| Your eyes are transcending, | |
| The cortex of your burning soul, | |
| Deep in the heart of | |
| Uroboros, | |
| Rectificando | |
| Invenies Clavem | |
| Occultam, | |
| Unmake all doors, | |
| Let life and death be one, | |
| Plunge with me, | |
| Into the sixth dimension, | |
| Embodied in us, | |
| The phasespace of all life at once, | |
| Twirling the vortex, | |
| Our gazes spawn novas, | |
| Have caused the void of space to rip, | |
| No longer morphically crucified, | |
| Devour the form of all life, | |
| In their starengulfing grip, | |
| Born from our fire, | |
| The shape of all death at once, | |
| Twin gaping black holes, | |
| Consume your flesh, | |
| In a halo of flaring, spinning worlds, | |
| No longer human, | |
| Your eyes are transcending, | |
| The cortex of your burning soul... |