| 作词 : Sentenced | |
| (music: Laihiala & Sentenced, Lyrics: Laihiala) | |
| The stars shine down on the crimson sky the night falls upon | |
| The pain arrives and hurts like the twist of a knife... | |
| It makes him wish to be gone | |
| So he's facing the curtain descending with a razorblade smile | |
| He's taken "the path neverending" yet only to walk for a while | |
| He's gazing through all that is thereand sees the world left for him to despise... | |
| Blissfully feeling so dead, no glimmer in his eyes | |
| So no more joy or forgiving, he's one with misery | |
| Nothing left to believe in, he's reaching out to be free | |
| On that trail the warrior rideschasing the fall of his soullife's been too dire so the fullest desire has dieddeep from inside | |
| On that trail the warrior ridesfrom the cradle straight to the grave | |
| Within his heart he feels his soul's being barredyet aberrant... aberrant |
| zuo ci : Sentenced | |
| music: Laihiala Sentenced, Lyrics: Laihiala | |
| The stars shine down on the crimson sky the night falls upon | |
| The pain arrives and hurts like the twist of a knife... | |
| It makes him wish to be gone | |
| So he' s facing the curtain descending with a razorblade smile | |
| He' s taken " the path neverending" yet only to walk for a while | |
| He' s gazing through all that is thereand sees the world left for him to despise... | |
| Blissfully feeling so dead, no glimmer in his eyes | |
| So no more joy or forgiving, he' s one with misery | |
| Nothing left to believe in, he' s reaching out to be free | |
| On that trail the warrior rideschasing the fall of his soullife' s been too dire so the fullest desire has dieddeep from inside | |
| On that trail the warrior ridesfrom the cradle straight to the grave | |
| Within his heart he feels his soul' s being barredyet aberrant... aberrant |
| zuò cí : Sentenced | |
| music: Laihiala Sentenced, Lyrics: Laihiala | |
| The stars shine down on the crimson sky the night falls upon | |
| The pain arrives and hurts like the twist of a knife... | |
| It makes him wish to be gone | |
| So he' s facing the curtain descending with a razorblade smile | |
| He' s taken " the path neverending" yet only to walk for a while | |
| He' s gazing through all that is thereand sees the world left for him to despise... | |
| Blissfully feeling so dead, no glimmer in his eyes | |
| So no more joy or forgiving, he' s one with misery | |
| Nothing left to believe in, he' s reaching out to be free | |
| On that trail the warrior rideschasing the fall of his soullife' s been too dire so the fullest desire has dieddeep from inside | |
| On that trail the warrior ridesfrom the cradle straight to the grave | |
| Within his heart he feels his soul' s being barredyet aberrant... aberrant |