| Song | Before Today, Beyond Tomorrow |
| Artist | Desultory |
| Album | Swallow The Snake |
| 作词 : Johnson, Morberg, Morberg | |
| Your time means nothing, a journey for the sun. | |
| A change of wind and weather into a different kind. | |
| It's like you never passed upon this golden plains. | |
| Your life was just a flash, | |
| I wish I'd remember | |
| The morning breeze threw sand in my face | |
| But I will meet the day with dignity. | |
| I know the secrets buried in this place. | |
| But I can't remember | |
| I watched your father, | |
| I have seen them all. | |
| Owe the treasures of our land, | |
| I have seen them fall and now the screams have died into a distant world a place of joy and pride | |
| I still can't remember | |
| My limbs are carved in stone on the ground | |
| I'm gonna stay awake forever. | |
| I know each move every single sound but | |
| I can't remember | |
| I've seen the centuries slowly pass me by | |
| They may have marked my being but by god | |
| I'm still alive. | |
| Days passed in dust of sand against the crimson horizon. | |
| I feel the touch of our fathers hand, | |
| I wish I'd remember |
| zuò cí : Johnson, Morberg, Morberg | |
| Your time means nothing, a journey for the sun. | |
| A change of wind and weather into a different kind. | |
| It' s like you never passed upon this golden plains. | |
| Your life was just a flash, | |
| I wish I' d remember | |
| The morning breeze threw sand in my face | |
| But I will meet the day with dignity. | |
| I know the secrets buried in this place. | |
| But I can' t remember | |
| I watched your father, | |
| I have seen them all. | |
| Owe the treasures of our land, | |
| I have seen them fall and now the screams have died into a distant world a place of joy and pride | |
| I still can' t remember | |
| My limbs are carved in stone on the ground | |
| I' m gonna stay awake forever. | |
| I know each move every single sound but | |
| I can' t remember | |
| I' ve seen the centuries slowly pass me by | |
| They may have marked my being but by god | |
| I' m still alive. | |
| Days passed in dust of sand against the crimson horizon. | |
| I feel the touch of our fathers hand, | |
| I wish I' d remember |