| 作曲 : Darkwell, Wurzer | |
| Because it stays in the mind of the Binder | |
| Chaos spreads in the realm of mankind | |
| He will lead us out, the Finder | |
| I cannot help in this puzzle, why am I blind? | |
| In a cold second of mourn | |
| The grieve shades of grey | |
| A day unborn | |
| Another curse, flee, no way | |
| I'm alone in the mists of this life | |
| My blood it boil | |
| A dark hive-order spoils | |
| Because it stays in the mind of the Binder | |
| Chaos spreads in the realm of mankind | |
| He will lead us out, the Finder | |
| I cannot help in this puzzle, why am I blind? | |
| He bears our weighty hopes | |
| A pile in the sky | |
| Against the order | |
| The power is now claimed | |
| All our hopes in this mystical hands | |
| My mind, it swirls | |
| If he is not the Redeemer | |
| Because it stays... |
| zuo qu : Darkwell, Wurzer | |
| Because it stays in the mind of the Binder | |
| Chaos spreads in the realm of mankind | |
| He will lead us out, the Finder | |
| I cannot help in this puzzle, why am I blind? | |
| In a cold second of mourn | |
| The grieve shades of grey | |
| A day unborn | |
| Another curse, flee, no way | |
| I' m alone in the mists of this life | |
| My blood it boil | |
| A dark hiveorder spoils | |
| Because it stays in the mind of the Binder | |
| Chaos spreads in the realm of mankind | |
| He will lead us out, the Finder | |
| I cannot help in this puzzle, why am I blind? | |
| He bears our weighty hopes | |
| A pile in the sky | |
| Against the order | |
| The power is now claimed | |
| All our hopes in this mystical hands | |
| My mind, it swirls | |
| If he is not the Redeemer | |
| Because it stays... |
| zuò qǔ : Darkwell, Wurzer | |
| Because it stays in the mind of the Binder | |
| Chaos spreads in the realm of mankind | |
| He will lead us out, the Finder | |
| I cannot help in this puzzle, why am I blind? | |
| In a cold second of mourn | |
| The grieve shades of grey | |
| A day unborn | |
| Another curse, flee, no way | |
| I' m alone in the mists of this life | |
| My blood it boil | |
| A dark hiveorder spoils | |
| Because it stays in the mind of the Binder | |
| Chaos spreads in the realm of mankind | |
| He will lead us out, the Finder | |
| I cannot help in this puzzle, why am I blind? | |
| He bears our weighty hopes | |
| A pile in the sky | |
| Against the order | |
| The power is now claimed | |
| All our hopes in this mystical hands | |
| My mind, it swirls | |
| If he is not the Redeemer | |
| Because it stays... |