作曲 : Darkwood
作词 : Darkwood
  Like Chatter
 
 A place in the corn field
 To dig for symbols of the past
 Taken from exile
 Mighty and hostile
 
 Gifted with memory
 Master of the rune-key
 Staying in silence
 To reign is to know
 
 Like the scarab
 That announces the flood
 Like the holy scarab
 That receives the sun
 
 An eye to the darkness
 Like broken angels
 With an innocent laughter
 But tears in their eyes
 
 Blood and rain
 Pain and weeping
 Bleeding and falling
 As life passes by
 
 Life is passing
 Like idle chatter
 Like idle chatter
 Life is passing by
 
 Life is passing
 Like idle chatter
 Like idle chatter
 Life is passing by
 
 And there won't be
 No tears of mourning
 Seek your own past
 And leave us to die