| Song | Seven Veils |
| Artist | Peter Murphy |
| Album | Deep |
| 作词 : Murphy, Statham | |
| The day grows older. | |
| The moon appears in a mirror | |
| A fire side mirror | |
| A distant walker | |
| Hears the words | |
| Do do good deeds | |
| So you feel ok | |
| The moon and the sun | |
| Partners in light | |
| Separating reflecting one light | |
| Hearing this confusion wanes | |
| No need to ask for wealth | |
| Or one thing more now | |
| And the night | |
| Feels the same | |
| As a cool hot summers climb | |
| With the voice | |
| Comes no shame | |
| As the walker walks the line | |
| The day grows older | |
| The moon appears | |
| Reflecting on his heart | |
| Heavy weighed and pierced | |
| The walker looks at his days | |
| Bad deeds gone by | |
| For which he must pay | |
| The moon and the sun | |
| Partners in light | |
| Separating reflecting one light | |
| Hearing this confusion wanes | |
| Another image hits | |
| The seven veils of mind | |
| But the night | |
| Feels the same | |
| As a cool hot summers climb | |
| With the voice comes no shame | |
| As the walker hunts the line |
| zuò cí : Murphy, Statham | |
| The day grows older. | |
| The moon appears in a mirror | |
| A fire side mirror | |
| A distant walker | |
| Hears the words | |
| Do do good deeds | |
| So you feel ok | |
| The moon and the sun | |
| Partners in light | |
| Separating reflecting one light | |
| Hearing this confusion wanes | |
| No need to ask for wealth | |
| Or one thing more now | |
| And the night | |
| Feels the same | |
| As a cool hot summers climb | |
| With the voice | |
| Comes no shame | |
| As the walker walks the line | |
| The day grows older | |
| The moon appears | |
| Reflecting on his heart | |
| Heavy weighed and pierced | |
| The walker looks at his days | |
| Bad deeds gone by | |
| For which he must pay | |
| The moon and the sun | |
| Partners in light | |
| Separating reflecting one light | |
| Hearing this confusion wanes | |
| Another image hits | |
| The seven veils of mind | |
| But the night | |
| Feels the same | |
| As a cool hot summers climb | |
| With the voice comes no shame | |
| As the walker hunts the line |