| Song | Supersonic Journey |
| Artist | Satyricon |
| Album | Rebel Extravaganza |
| 作词 : Satyricon | |
| A rotating silvercolored plateau, drops that dance down the columns | |
| Blue, cold and the raging starwind glowing colors at fearful speed indistnct pictures of prophets and visionaries in a galactic fog in outer space on an axis | |
| In another reality on a supersonic journey inevitably he can see it, the lights are going out and he knows if he just could make us understand | |
| In the emptiness there is nothing that can draw the picture you want just a stillborn child on hands that fumble | |
| Raging, raging at incomprehensible pace the colors blinding, the plateau falls in outer hell | |
| The disclose that we had to die... | |
| We pit the hand that fed us in outer space on an axis | |
| In another reality on a supersonic journey | |
| Is this what is yet to come, or a madman's reflection of the soul? | |
| As when his heart cried out in pain when he perceived what burdens we were to bear |
| zuò cí : Satyricon | |
| A rotating silvercolored plateau, drops that dance down the columns | |
| Blue, cold and the raging starwind glowing colors at fearful speed indistnct pictures of prophets and visionaries in a galactic fog in outer space on an axis | |
| In another reality on a supersonic journey inevitably he can see it, the lights are going out and he knows if he just could make us understand | |
| In the emptiness there is nothing that can draw the picture you want just a stillborn child on hands that fumble | |
| Raging, raging at incomprehensible pace the colors blinding, the plateau falls in outer hell | |
| The disclose that we had to die... | |
| We pit the hand that fed us in outer space on an axis | |
| In another reality on a supersonic journey | |
| Is this what is yet to come, or a madman' s reflection of the soul? | |
| As when his heart cried out in pain when he perceived what burdens we were to bear |