Even The Spirits Are Afraid

	作词 : Gathering, Hadzich ...
	You think you were earning
	Burning the church of your god
	You were yearning
	Learning the birth of your dirt
	Did you think you earned it
	Burning your god
	That you thought messed up your life?
	You spill red
	On my cloudy carpet
	You think you were earning
	Burning the church of your god
	You were yearning
	Learning the birth of your dirt
	Did you think you earned it
	Burning your god
	That you thought messed up your life?
	You spill red
	On my cloudy carpet
	Your skin turns dust
	On my cloudy carpet
	You think
	You were earning
	Burning Your skin turns dust
	No more you were yearning
	Burning Burning
	Your skin turns dust
	Your skin turns to dust
	When holding it close to the sun
	And it burns the skin from you're your precious sun
	It burns the skin
	It burns the skin
	It burns the skin [Anneke van Giersbergen]

	zuò cí : Gathering, Hadzich ...
	You think you were earning
	Burning the church of your god
	You were yearning
	Learning the birth of your dirt
	Did you think you earned it
	Burning your god
	That you thought messed up your life?
	You spill red
	On my cloudy carpet
	You think you were earning
	Burning the church of your god
	You were yearning
	Learning the birth of your dirt
	Did you think you earned it
	Burning your god
	That you thought messed up your life?
	You spill red
	On my cloudy carpet
	Your skin turns dust
	On my cloudy carpet
	You think
	You were earning
	Burning Your skin turns dust
	No more you were yearning
	Burning Burning
	Your skin turns dust
	Your skin turns to dust
	When holding it close to the sun
	And it burns the skin from you' re your precious sun
	It burns the skin
	It burns the skin
	It burns the skin Anneke van Giersbergen