| Song | We Are Debt |
| Artist | This or the Apocalypse |
| Album | Monuments |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : This Or The Apocalypse | |
| I clipped off my claws, in defense of my weary eyes. | |
| And I have been one acquainted with the night. | |
| This is the last pinnacle left to face, | |
| An indefinite statement of time. | |
| I have been one acquainted with the night. | |
| Dark ends darkness; man ends mankind. | |
| No, there is no dawn. | |
| This silent rock is turning black, | |
| Opaque from the ceaseless. | |
| Our final cause is yours. | |
| The traveled street is a vein of blood, | |
| And we will rest amongst its whisper. | |
| Our sleep amongst the dirt and grey. | |
| Our sleep amongst the earthly day. | |
| Life is a broken glass; drink from the shards. | |
| Forgive us of our blasphemies, | |
| In passing time our souls will stand ajar. | |
| Wider than the sky, that is what we are. | |
| Time is surely a loaded gun - | |
| For it has the power to kill, | |
| Without the power to die. | |
| I have been one acquainted with the night, | |
| Opaque from the ceaseless. |
| zuo qu : This Or The Apocalypse | |
| I clipped off my claws, in defense of my weary eyes. | |
| And I have been one acquainted with the night. | |
| This is the last pinnacle left to face, | |
| An indefinite statement of time. | |
| I have been one acquainted with the night. | |
| Dark ends darkness man ends mankind. | |
| No, there is no dawn. | |
| This silent rock is turning black, | |
| Opaque from the ceaseless. | |
| Our final cause is yours. | |
| The traveled street is a vein of blood, | |
| And we will rest amongst its whisper. | |
| Our sleep amongst the dirt and grey. | |
| Our sleep amongst the earthly day. | |
| Life is a broken glass drink from the shards. | |
| Forgive us of our blasphemies, | |
| In passing time our souls will stand ajar. | |
| Wider than the sky, that is what we are. | |
| Time is surely a loaded gun | |
| For it has the power to kill, | |
| Without the power to die. | |
| I have been one acquainted with the night, | |
| Opaque from the ceaseless. |
| zuò qǔ : This Or The Apocalypse | |
| I clipped off my claws, in defense of my weary eyes. | |
| And I have been one acquainted with the night. | |
| This is the last pinnacle left to face, | |
| An indefinite statement of time. | |
| I have been one acquainted with the night. | |
| Dark ends darkness man ends mankind. | |
| No, there is no dawn. | |
| This silent rock is turning black, | |
| Opaque from the ceaseless. | |
| Our final cause is yours. | |
| The traveled street is a vein of blood, | |
| And we will rest amongst its whisper. | |
| Our sleep amongst the dirt and grey. | |
| Our sleep amongst the earthly day. | |
| Life is a broken glass drink from the shards. | |
| Forgive us of our blasphemies, | |
| In passing time our souls will stand ajar. | |
| Wider than the sky, that is what we are. | |
| Time is surely a loaded gun | |
| For it has the power to kill, | |
| Without the power to die. | |
| I have been one acquainted with the night, | |
| Opaque from the ceaseless. |