| Song | Advent Of Insanity |
| Artist | Sabbat |
| Album | Dreamweaver |
| 作曲 : Sneap, Walkyier | |
| A sea breeze echoes softly | |
| it's song echoes through your mind, | |
| leaves you thinking of tomorrow | |
| and the life you left behind. | |
| Come turn your head to face the | |
| wind that fills enchanted sails, | |
| and drives you to your destiny | |
| as silent sirens wail. | |
| A sad lament for travellers | |
| held in the hand of fate, | |
| your future stands upon the prow | |
| your past drowns in the wake. | |
| What chance is there for sanity | |
| when madness takes the helm, | |
| and steers you on a downward | |
| spiral to his lonely realm? | |
| Watch the night-sky- seagulls fly | |
| and in the heavens play, | |
| Yet even angels stoop and still | |
| pick nothing up they say. | |
| There are things far more sinister | |
| that haunt the midnight air, | |
| the sirens serenade a warning | |
| telling you: | |
| "Beware- the waves upon the water | |
| are like ripples in your mind, | |
| and the shadows cast by nature | |
| show the future you may find. | |
| As rivers flow because they know | |
| that they must join the sea- | |
| thus you will be carried on to | |
| meet your destiny." | |
| Do Dark Horses Dream Of Nightmares? | |
| Standing on a strange shore- | |
| this desolate coastline, | |
| it offers cold comfort. | |
| Very little more than the sky | |
| for a blanket | |
| the earth for my bed. | |
| THE SISTERS OF WYRD: | |
| "Thethreads upon the loom of life | |
| have foreordained your coming here, | |
| so weep not mannikin of mankind | |
| dry your worthless puppet-tears." | |
| Unanswered questions- | |
| how they play on my mind, | |
| now that darkness is falling and | |
| still there's no sign of my guide. | |
| Either I have been betrayed- | |
| they have left me to die, | |
| or worse still at this moment he lies- | |
| an unwitting victim by brigands attacked, | |
| left naked and dead with a knife | |
| in his back. | |
| Childhood terrors return to me now, | |
| from the rand stench of fear in | |
| the sweat on my brow. | |
| Deciet and despair are to me | |
| kith and kin, | |
| seduced into slumber- | |
| my nightmare begins. | |
| WODEN: | |
| "Welcome - welcome to my domain, | |
| I have been biding my time. | |
| Watching and waiting - | |
| but now you are mine. | |
| Weaving the web that entwines you, | |
| like a puppet you play on the end | |
| of your strings 'till the end of | |
| your days." | |
| Daylight flees as night gives chase | |
| I'm held in panics dank embrace, | |
| I smother in his cold caress - | |
| the sum of all my worthlessness. | |
| I have been told to thank the Lord | |
| for all that He will send, | |
| but if death should come to meet me - | |
| must I greet him as a friend? | |
| Now I see that this quest is | |
| a test of my fidelity - | |
| has God forsaken me? | |
| When maddness sings his lullaby a | |
| nightmare filled with unknown things - | |
| to cast aspersion on my sanity. | |
| Faith starts to flounder in | |
| a mind torn apart, | |
| my thoughts move in time with | |
| the beat of my heart | |
| A creature of habit | |
| I make easy prey, | |
| cross faith and fire cannot | |
| hold at bay the beast that | |
| pursues me - | |
| the end drawing near. | |
| My soul keeps no secrets - | |
| he knows what I fear. | |
| Flying so high on the wings | |
| of a dream, | |
| over mountain and forest - | |
| 'cross river and stream. | |
| While the creatures that feed | |
| off the doubts I invent | |
| await my arrival with evil intent. | |
| WODEN: | |
| "Welcome - welcome to my domain, | |
| I have been biding my time. | |
| Watching and waiting - | |
| but now you are mine. | |
| Weaving the web that entwines you, | |
| like a puppet you play on the end | |
| of your strings 'till the end of | |
| your days." | |
| So in that twilight world that | |
| lies amidst life and death I dream, | |
| and writhe in fitful slumber no-one | |
| hears mjy silent screams. | |
| Except the horses head that stares | |
| with black and lifeless eyes, | |
| atop its totem glaring as it mocks | |
| my helpless cries. | |
| Now I see that this quest is | |
| a test of my fidelity - | |
| has God forsaken me? | |
| When maddness sings his lullaby a | |
| nightmare filled with unknown things - | |
| to cast aspersion on my sanity. | |
| Shapeless form surround me | |
| casting shadows in the night, | |
| I feel their breath upon me- | |
| catch their faces in the light. | |
| Somnambulistic hunters come | |
| to prey upon my fears - | |
| as peals of psycopathic laughter | |
| echo in my ears. | |
| Startled I waken from my | |
| death-like sleep, | |
| though fearful and shaken | |
| I crawl to my feet. | |
| Still my memories taunt me - | |
| like ghosts they appear, | |
| forever to haunt me when | |
| darkness draws near. | |
| WODEN: | |
| "Welcome - welcome to my domain, | |
| I have been biding my time. | |
| Watching and waiting - | |
| but now you are mine. | |
| Weaving the web that entwines you, | |
| like a puppet you play on the end | |
| of your strings 'till the end of | |
| your days." | |
| Then fleeing from the terrors | |
| at the night before I leave, | |
| the remenants of reality behind | |
| me 'neath the trees. | |
| Waking in the light of dawn I | |
| pray that God will send - | |
| his wisdom now to guide me | |
| through this night-time without end. | |
| Now I see that this quest is | |
| a test of my fidelity- | |
| Has God forsaken me? | |
| When madness sings his lullaby a | |
| nightmare filled with unknown things - | |
| to cast aspersion on my sanity. |
| zuò qǔ : Sneap, Walkyier | |
| A sea breeze echoes softly | |
| it' s song echoes through your mind, | |
| leaves you thinking of tomorrow | |
| and the life you left behind. | |
| Come turn your head to face the | |
| wind that fills enchanted sails, | |
| and drives you to your destiny | |
| as silent sirens wail. | |
| A sad lament for travellers | |
| held in the hand of fate, | |
| your future stands upon the prow | |
| your past drowns in the wake. | |
| What chance is there for sanity | |
| when madness takes the helm, | |
| and steers you on a downward | |
| spiral to his lonely realm? | |
| Watch the nightsky seagulls fly | |
| and in the heavens play, | |
| Yet even angels stoop and still | |
| pick nothing up they say. | |
| There are things far more sinister | |
| that haunt the midnight air, | |
| the sirens serenade a warning | |
| telling you: | |
| " Beware the waves upon the water | |
| are like ripples in your mind, | |
| and the shadows cast by nature | |
| show the future you may find. | |
| As rivers flow because they know | |
| that they must join the sea | |
| thus you will be carried on to | |
| meet your destiny." | |
| Do Dark Horses Dream Of Nightmares? | |
| Standing on a strange shore | |
| this desolate coastline, | |
| it offers cold comfort. | |
| Very little more than the sky | |
| for a blanket | |
| the earth for my bed. | |
| THE SISTERS OF WYRD: | |
| " Thethreads upon the loom of life | |
| have foreordained your coming here, | |
| so weep not mannikin of mankind | |
| dry your worthless puppettears." | |
| Unanswered questions | |
| how they play on my mind, | |
| now that darkness is falling and | |
| still there' s no sign of my guide. | |
| Either I have been betrayed | |
| they have left me to die, | |
| or worse still at this moment he lies | |
| an unwitting victim by brigands attacked, | |
| left naked and dead with a knife | |
| in his back. | |
| Childhood terrors return to me now, | |
| from the rand stench of fear in | |
| the sweat on my brow. | |
| Deciet and despair are to me | |
| kith and kin, | |
| seduced into slumber | |
| my nightmare begins. | |
| WODEN: | |
| " Welcome welcome to my domain, | |
| I have been biding my time. | |
| Watching and waiting | |
| but now you are mine. | |
| Weaving the web that entwines you, | |
| like a puppet you play on the end | |
| of your strings ' till the end of | |
| your days." | |
| Daylight flees as night gives chase | |
| I' m held in panics dank embrace, | |
| I smother in his cold caress | |
| the sum of all my worthlessness. | |
| I have been told to thank the Lord | |
| for all that He will send, | |
| but if death should come to meet me | |
| must I greet him as a friend? | |
| Now I see that this quest is | |
| a test of my fidelity | |
| has God forsaken me? | |
| When maddness sings his lullaby a | |
| nightmare filled with unknown things | |
| to cast aspersion on my sanity. | |
| Faith starts to flounder in | |
| a mind torn apart, | |
| my thoughts move in time with | |
| the beat of my heart | |
| A creature of habit | |
| I make easy prey, | |
| cross faith and fire cannot | |
| hold at bay the beast that | |
| pursues me | |
| the end drawing near. | |
| My soul keeps no secrets | |
| he knows what I fear. | |
| Flying so high on the wings | |
| of a dream, | |
| over mountain and forest | |
| ' cross river and stream. | |
| While the creatures that feed | |
| off the doubts I invent | |
| await my arrival with evil intent. | |
| WODEN: | |
| " Welcome welcome to my domain, | |
| I have been biding my time. | |
| Watching and waiting | |
| but now you are mine. | |
| Weaving the web that entwines you, | |
| like a puppet you play on the end | |
| of your strings ' till the end of | |
| your days." | |
| So in that twilight world that | |
| lies amidst life and death I dream, | |
| and writhe in fitful slumber noone | |
| hears mjy silent screams. | |
| Except the horses head that stares | |
| with black and lifeless eyes, | |
| atop its totem glaring as it mocks | |
| my helpless cries. | |
| Now I see that this quest is | |
| a test of my fidelity | |
| has God forsaken me? | |
| When maddness sings his lullaby a | |
| nightmare filled with unknown things | |
| to cast aspersion on my sanity. | |
| Shapeless form surround me | |
| casting shadows in the night, | |
| I feel their breath upon me | |
| catch their faces in the light. | |
| Somnambulistic hunters come | |
| to prey upon my fears | |
| as peals of psycopathic laughter | |
| echo in my ears. | |
| Startled I waken from my | |
| deathlike sleep, | |
| though fearful and shaken | |
| I crawl to my feet. | |
| Still my memories taunt me | |
| like ghosts they appear, | |
| forever to haunt me when | |
| darkness draws near. | |
| WODEN: | |
| " Welcome welcome to my domain, | |
| I have been biding my time. | |
| Watching and waiting | |
| but now you are mine. | |
| Weaving the web that entwines you, | |
| like a puppet you play on the end | |
| of your strings ' till the end of | |
| your days." | |
| Then fleeing from the terrors | |
| at the night before I leave, | |
| the remenants of reality behind | |
| me ' neath the trees. | |
| Waking in the light of dawn I | |
| pray that God will send | |
| his wisdom now to guide me | |
| through this nighttime without end. | |
| Now I see that this quest is | |
| a test of my fidelity | |
| Has God forsaken me? | |
| When madness sings his lullaby a | |
| nightmare filled with unknown things | |
| to cast aspersion on my sanity. |