| 作词 : Edlund, Ekstrand, Petersson | |
| Rip out my heart and put it on the table | |
| Read my life in the blood | |
| I am waiting to answer your suffering pleas | |
| As a deathly silence does curtail my remains | |
| In the river of tears ruins blood from my eyes | |
| Yet another morning is emptying my veins | |
| Alone I seek, a tiny groove I stalk | |
| In the river Lethe I slowly drown | |
| Empty screams | |
| To fill a new world | |
| A place I've missed | |
| Bodies are courses where maggots are turning | |
| Souls are flames that are forever burning | |
| Raging flames cover my corpse | |
| Far from identity and remembrance | |
| But the shades of my mind are still carrying | |
| Colours of most beautiful kind | |
| Around the cenotaph I am scattered | |
| I am in the air you breathe | |
| Let us forget me for awhile | |
| And I bet you'll remember me no more... | |
| Empty screams | |
| To fill a new world | |
| A place I've missed | |
| Bodies are courses where maggots are turning | |
| Souls are flames that are forever burning |
| zuo ci : Edlund, Ekstrand, Petersson | |
| Rip out my heart and put it on the table | |
| Read my life in the blood | |
| I am waiting to answer your suffering pleas | |
| As a deathly silence does curtail my remains | |
| In the river of tears ruins blood from my eyes | |
| Yet another morning is emptying my veins | |
| Alone I seek, a tiny groove I stalk | |
| In the river Lethe I slowly drown | |
| Empty screams | |
| To fill a new world | |
| A place I' ve missed | |
| Bodies are courses where maggots are turning | |
| Souls are flames that are forever burning | |
| Raging flames cover my corpse | |
| Far from identity and remembrance | |
| But the shades of my mind are still carrying | |
| Colours of most beautiful kind | |
| Around the cenotaph I am scattered | |
| I am in the air you breathe | |
| Let us forget me for awhile | |
| And I bet you' ll remember me no more... | |
| Empty screams | |
| To fill a new world | |
| A place I' ve missed | |
| Bodies are courses where maggots are turning | |
| Souls are flames that are forever burning |
| zuò cí : Edlund, Ekstrand, Petersson | |
| Rip out my heart and put it on the table | |
| Read my life in the blood | |
| I am waiting to answer your suffering pleas | |
| As a deathly silence does curtail my remains | |
| In the river of tears ruins blood from my eyes | |
| Yet another morning is emptying my veins | |
| Alone I seek, a tiny groove I stalk | |
| In the river Lethe I slowly drown | |
| Empty screams | |
| To fill a new world | |
| A place I' ve missed | |
| Bodies are courses where maggots are turning | |
| Souls are flames that are forever burning | |
| Raging flames cover my corpse | |
| Far from identity and remembrance | |
| But the shades of my mind are still carrying | |
| Colours of most beautiful kind | |
| Around the cenotaph I am scattered | |
| I am in the air you breathe | |
| Let us forget me for awhile | |
| And I bet you' ll remember me no more... | |
| Empty screams | |
| To fill a new world | |
| A place I' ve missed | |
| Bodies are courses where maggots are turning | |
| Souls are flames that are forever burning |
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