| 作曲 : Aikio, Boman | |
| I hold my world against you all | |
| When waves will sweep ten feet tall | |
| And wind will breathe the poison to our souls | |
| When all battles have been bleed | |
| And rest of teardrops have been shed | |
| And no one has the strength to turn and run | |
| This night is ours, the rime is ripe | |
| The crude facades of god are stripped | |
| In darkness blessed the sun has died | |
| This world is ours, empress of night | |
| The mark of serpent rises high | |
| Above the blindly rolling sky | |
| And all the brave ones drop their shields in fear | |
| The Righteous king will take his fall | |
| The noble breed begs, steals and crawls | |
| And son of man hangs high above impaled | |
| This night is ours, the rime is ripe | |
| The crude facades of god are stripped | |
| In darkness blessed the sun has died | |
| This world is ours, empress of night | |
| Shall rise the burned, sinner and weak | |
| The quiet, fool, humble and meek | |
| To wipe our all that still stands here unburned | |
| You'll wear the crown of pain | |
| The world shall hail your name | |
| We'll rule the earth forevermore | |
| The fallen ones are rising | |
| Come claim your throne my darling | |
| Darkness shall rule For evermore | |
| Then Rise my lowered, stand up tall | |
| The enslaved ones, who yet no crawl | |
| The revolt of fallen one will soon sweep here | |
| So rise my lowered and stand up tall | |
| The misfit ones and hear my call | |
| To rule and shatter all that fills the earth | |
| This night is ours, the time is ripe | |
| The crude facades of god are stripped | |
| Forever mine is your heart | |
| We rule the earth, empress of dark! |
| zuo qu : Aikio, Boman | |
| I hold my world against you all | |
| When waves will sweep ten feet tall | |
| And wind will breathe the poison to our souls | |
| When all battles have been bleed | |
| And rest of teardrops have been shed | |
| And no one has the strength to turn and run | |
| This night is ours, the rime is ripe | |
| The crude facades of god are stripped | |
| In darkness blessed the sun has died | |
| This world is ours, empress of night | |
| The mark of serpent rises high | |
| Above the blindly rolling sky | |
| And all the brave ones drop their shields in fear | |
| The Righteous king will take his fall | |
| The noble breed begs, steals and crawls | |
| And son of man hangs high above impaled | |
| This night is ours, the rime is ripe | |
| The crude facades of god are stripped | |
| In darkness blessed the sun has died | |
| This world is ours, empress of night | |
| Shall rise the burned, sinner and weak | |
| The quiet, fool, humble and meek | |
| To wipe our all that still stands here unburned | |
| You' ll wear the crown of pain | |
| The world shall hail your name | |
| We' ll rule the earth forevermore | |
| The fallen ones are rising | |
| Come claim your throne my darling | |
| Darkness shall rule For evermore | |
| Then Rise my lowered, stand up tall | |
| The enslaved ones, who yet no crawl | |
| The revolt of fallen one will soon sweep here | |
| So rise my lowered and stand up tall | |
| The misfit ones and hear my call | |
| To rule and shatter all that fills the earth | |
| This night is ours, the time is ripe | |
| The crude facades of god are stripped | |
| Forever mine is your heart | |
| We rule the earth, empress of dark! |
| zuò qǔ : Aikio, Boman | |
| I hold my world against you all | |
| When waves will sweep ten feet tall | |
| And wind will breathe the poison to our souls | |
| When all battles have been bleed | |
| And rest of teardrops have been shed | |
| And no one has the strength to turn and run | |
| This night is ours, the rime is ripe | |
| The crude facades of god are stripped | |
| In darkness blessed the sun has died | |
| This world is ours, empress of night | |
| The mark of serpent rises high | |
| Above the blindly rolling sky | |
| And all the brave ones drop their shields in fear | |
| The Righteous king will take his fall | |
| The noble breed begs, steals and crawls | |
| And son of man hangs high above impaled | |
| This night is ours, the rime is ripe | |
| The crude facades of god are stripped | |
| In darkness blessed the sun has died | |
| This world is ours, empress of night | |
| Shall rise the burned, sinner and weak | |
| The quiet, fool, humble and meek | |
| To wipe our all that still stands here unburned | |
| You' ll wear the crown of pain | |
| The world shall hail your name | |
| We' ll rule the earth forevermore | |
| The fallen ones are rising | |
| Come claim your throne my darling | |
| Darkness shall rule For evermore | |
| Then Rise my lowered, stand up tall | |
| The enslaved ones, who yet no crawl | |
| The revolt of fallen one will soon sweep here | |
| So rise my lowered and stand up tall | |
| The misfit ones and hear my call | |
| To rule and shatter all that fills the earth | |
| This night is ours, the time is ripe | |
| The crude facades of god are stripped | |
| Forever mine is your heart | |
| We rule the earth, empress of dark! |
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