| Song | New Zion |
| Artist | The Mountain Goats |
| Album | Heretic Pride |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Darnielle | |
| There were signs up in the sky | |
| When we gathered by the garden wall | |
| Everybody on his best behavior | |
| Listening for the altar call | |
| High priest of Salem in his robes | |
| Ranting of the coming of the day | |
| Ravens at the gates | |
| Frightening all the visitors away | |
| I lay down by the water | |
| Dreamed a dream of where I come from | |
| Old things made new | |
| Waiting for you | |
| There were wooden wind chimes rustling | |
| In the trees above the anthills on the dunes | |
| On the high winds, we could hear them | |
| Old familiar tunes | |
| The little bit of faith we had once | |
| Like the memory of a movie | |
| They got burned up in the great fire | |
| Reassembling itself slowly by surely | |
| I lay down by the water | |
| Dreamed a dream of where I come from | |
| Old things made new | |
| Waiting for you |
| zuo ci : Darnielle | |
| There were signs up in the sky | |
| When we gathered by the garden wall | |
| Everybody on his best behavior | |
| Listening for the altar call | |
| High priest of Salem in his robes | |
| Ranting of the coming of the day | |
| Ravens at the gates | |
| Frightening all the visitors away | |
| I lay down by the water | |
| Dreamed a dream of where I come from | |
| Old things made new | |
| Waiting for you | |
| There were wooden wind chimes rustling | |
| In the trees above the anthills on the dunes | |
| On the high winds, we could hear them | |
| Old familiar tunes | |
| The little bit of faith we had once | |
| Like the memory of a movie | |
| They got burned up in the great fire | |
| Reassembling itself slowly by surely | |
| I lay down by the water | |
| Dreamed a dream of where I come from | |
| Old things made new | |
| Waiting for you |
| zuò cí : Darnielle | |
| There were signs up in the sky | |
| When we gathered by the garden wall | |
| Everybody on his best behavior | |
| Listening for the altar call | |
| High priest of Salem in his robes | |
| Ranting of the coming of the day | |
| Ravens at the gates | |
| Frightening all the visitors away | |
| I lay down by the water | |
| Dreamed a dream of where I come from | |
| Old things made new | |
| Waiting for you | |
| There were wooden wind chimes rustling | |
| In the trees above the anthills on the dunes | |
| On the high winds, we could hear them | |
| Old familiar tunes | |
| The little bit of faith we had once | |
| Like the memory of a movie | |
| They got burned up in the great fire | |
| Reassembling itself slowly by surely | |
| I lay down by the water | |
| Dreamed a dream of where I come from | |
| Old things made new | |
| Waiting for you |