| Song | Jotun |
| Artist | In Flames |
| Album | Whoracle |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : In Flames |
| [00:34.23] | I often dream of huge, numb buildings |
| [00:37.74] | jet-black, sinister architecture |
| [00:40.80] | being installed when nobody sees. |
| [00:42.89] | Their appearance so sudden |
| [00:45.70] | that few would take notice. |
| [00:46.89] | And when I wake up |
| [00:48.14] | I imagine being crushed by one, |
| [00:50.92] | imagining its weight, its silence |
| [00:53.54] | and the absence of excuses for a havoced life |
| [00:56.70] | and the privilege of a 22-kilometre tombstone. |
| [01:00.60] | Jotun. |
| [01:02.90] | A body of black |
| [01:04.50] | that carried no reflection |
| [01:09.17] | defying its own room |
| [01:11.84] | un-earthly eggs of decreation |
| [01:14.50] | There would be colonies |
| [01:16.02] | mushroom-scattered, forever out of context |
| [01:20.83] | rising spores from a dying world |
| [01:23.98] | to pollute, to chase away what's left |
| [01:33.55] | |
| [02:03.71] | Sun-white, pulverised desert stone |
| [02:06.96] | and serpentine lizard mouths. |
| [02:09.84] | Pales away the pyramids, |
| [02:11.50] | rewriting 4,500 years of history |
| [02:15.55] | raping the statue of liberty |
| [02:19.80] | outplays the acropolis |
| [02:22.89] | inverting the fjords |
| [02:24.48] | invades the N.Y. skyline to |
| [02:26.37] | dream its own existence in one single final word. |
| [02:29.30] | Jotun. |
| [02:31.26] | Can we identify them |
| [02:30.82] | |
| [02:59.56] | as the flint buried in our reptile skulls |
| [03:02.74] | or the time-bomb coded in our DNA. |
| [03:36.52] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : In Flames |
| [00:34.23] | I often dream of huge, numb buildings |
| [00:37.74] | jetblack, sinister architecture |
| [00:40.80] | being installed when nobody sees. |
| [00:42.89] | Their appearance so sudden |
| [00:45.70] | that few would take notice. |
| [00:46.89] | And when I wake up |
| [00:48.14] | I imagine being crushed by one, |
| [00:50.92] | imagining its weight, its silence |
| [00:53.54] | and the absence of excuses for a havoced life |
| [00:56.70] | and the privilege of a 22kilometre tombstone. |
| [01:00.60] | Jotun. |
| [01:02.90] | A body of black |
| [01:04.50] | that carried no reflection |
| [01:09.17] | defying its own room |
| [01:11.84] | unearthly eggs of decreation |
| [01:14.50] | There would be colonies |
| [01:16.02] | mushroomscattered, forever out of context |
| [01:20.83] | rising spores from a dying world |
| [01:23.98] | to pollute, to chase away what' s left |
| [01:33.55] | |
| [02:03.71] | Sunwhite, pulverised desert stone |
| [02:06.96] | and serpentine lizard mouths. |
| [02:09.84] | Pales away the pyramids, |
| [02:11.50] | rewriting 4, 500 years of history |
| [02:15.55] | raping the statue of liberty |
| [02:19.80] | outplays the acropolis |
| [02:22.89] | inverting the fjords |
| [02:24.48] | invades the N. Y. skyline to |
| [02:26.37] | dream its own existence in one single final word. |
| [02:29.30] | Jotun. |
| [02:31.26] | Can we identify them |
| [02:30.82] | |
| [02:59.56] | as the flint buried in our reptile skulls |
| [03:02.74] | or the timebomb coded in our DNA. |
| [03:36.52] |