| Song | New Dark Age |
| Artist | The Sound |
| Album | From The Lion's Mouth |
| 作曲 : Borland | |
| In the darkest times | |
| Darkest fears are heard | |
| And from the safest places | |
| Come the bravest words | |
| Some make a quiet life | |
| To keep this scared old world at bay | |
| The dogs are howling on the street outside | |
| So they close the curtains, hope they go away | |
| And it's pressure from all sides | |
| Coming down around our ears | |
| Stuck in this room without a door | |
| Scratched away at the walls for years | |
| All we've got to show is the dust on the floor | |
| And here it comes, a new dark age | |
| I catch your eyes | |
| Before they fall to the ground | |
| We're running out of time, breath and steam | |
| We're running down | |
| They're burning witches | |
| Up on punishment hill | |
| Dying proof in the power of autority | |
| To exact it's will | |
| In the darkest times | |
| Darkest fears are heard | |
| And from the safest places | |
| Come the bravest words | |
| And it's pressure from all sides | |
| Coming down around our ears | |
| Stuck in this room without a door | |
| Scratched away at the walls for years | |
| All we've got to show is the dust on the floor | |
| And we've broken our fingers | |
| Broken our faith | |
| Broken our hearts so many times | |
| They can't be broken anymore | |
| Scratched away at the walls for years | |
| All we've got to show is the dust on the floor | |
| And here it comes, a new dark age | |
| Here it comes |
| zuò qǔ : Borland | |
| In the darkest times | |
| Darkest fears are heard | |
| And from the safest places | |
| Come the bravest words | |
| Some make a quiet life | |
| To keep this scared old world at bay | |
| The dogs are howling on the street outside | |
| So they close the curtains, hope they go away | |
| And it' s pressure from all sides | |
| Coming down around our ears | |
| Stuck in this room without a door | |
| Scratched away at the walls for years | |
| All we' ve got to show is the dust on the floor | |
| And here it comes, a new dark age | |
| I catch your eyes | |
| Before they fall to the ground | |
| We' re running out of time, breath and steam | |
| We' re running down | |
| They' re burning witches | |
| Up on punishment hill | |
| Dying proof in the power of autority | |
| To exact it' s will | |
| In the darkest times | |
| Darkest fears are heard | |
| And from the safest places | |
| Come the bravest words | |
| And it' s pressure from all sides | |
| Coming down around our ears | |
| Stuck in this room without a door | |
| Scratched away at the walls for years | |
| All we' ve got to show is the dust on the floor | |
| And we' ve broken our fingers | |
| Broken our faith | |
| Broken our hearts so many times | |
| They can' t be broken anymore | |
| Scratched away at the walls for years | |
| All we' ve got to show is the dust on the floor | |
| And here it comes, a new dark age | |
| Here it comes |