| Song | Decrystallizing Reason |
| Artist | Emperor |
| Album | 1 x Equilibrium |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ihsahn, Samoth | |
| Reason. This demigod, unto which you cluster. | |
| Sacrilege. | |
| You sacrifive the purity of the air beneath your wings. | |
| A slow and painful ritual to burn the youth you lost. | |
| Demigod. Blasphemers walk among your flock. | |
| Despite your blindfold, proudly you carry the stone on your back. | |
| Disillusioned. | |
| You plant your feet safely to the ground. | |
| Demigod. Blasphemers walk among your flock. | |
| As the stone you have become. | |
| Not once did you cry for the lost ones of your world. | |
| Your care is limited to this demigod, onto which you cluster. | |
| Reason. Decrystallize me. | |
| Demigod. I do blaspheme. | |
| The fallen you condemn. | |
| Your heart even free of hate. | |
| Yet, scared to death by their disbelief. | |
| To ordinary common sense. | |
| And with autumn closing in. | |
| Forcing life away. | |
| No mercy wil impale your sin. | |
| Dead are your tears. |
| zuo ci : Ihsahn, Samoth | |
| Reason. This demigod, unto which you cluster. | |
| Sacrilege. | |
| You sacrifive the purity of the air beneath your wings. | |
| A slow and painful ritual to burn the youth you lost. | |
| Demigod. Blasphemers walk among your flock. | |
| Despite your blindfold, proudly you carry the stone on your back. | |
| Disillusioned. | |
| You plant your feet safely to the ground. | |
| Demigod. Blasphemers walk among your flock. | |
| As the stone you have become. | |
| Not once did you cry for the lost ones of your world. | |
| Your care is limited to this demigod, onto which you cluster. | |
| Reason. Decrystallize me. | |
| Demigod. I do blaspheme. | |
| The fallen you condemn. | |
| Your heart even free of hate. | |
| Yet, scared to death by their disbelief. | |
| To ordinary common sense. | |
| And with autumn closing in. | |
| Forcing life away. | |
| No mercy wil impale your sin. | |
| Dead are your tears. |
| zuò cí : Ihsahn, Samoth | |
| Reason. This demigod, unto which you cluster. | |
| Sacrilege. | |
| You sacrifive the purity of the air beneath your wings. | |
| A slow and painful ritual to burn the youth you lost. | |
| Demigod. Blasphemers walk among your flock. | |
| Despite your blindfold, proudly you carry the stone on your back. | |
| Disillusioned. | |
| You plant your feet safely to the ground. | |
| Demigod. Blasphemers walk among your flock. | |
| As the stone you have become. | |
| Not once did you cry for the lost ones of your world. | |
| Your care is limited to this demigod, onto which you cluster. | |
| Reason. Decrystallize me. | |
| Demigod. I do blaspheme. | |
| The fallen you condemn. | |
| Your heart even free of hate. | |
| Yet, scared to death by their disbelief. | |
| To ordinary common sense. | |
| And with autumn closing in. | |
| Forcing life away. | |
| No mercy wil impale your sin. | |
| Dead are your tears. |