| 作曲 : Nagash ... | |
| Euphoria as a trick, beloved but denied, | |
| Hidden in an agenda of means. "Breed behind the instincts, feed the masses!" | |
| Stationary dreams, taken swift in a glimpse. | |
| To race dimensions in a single grain, multiplicity! | |
| Find sanctuary in the | |
| Eleysian sandcastle. | |
| Feel the stench of mass hysterias cauldron, | |
| See the branch easily brake. | |
| To hit the ground, merciless smiles from above. | |
| Surrendered to the miracle of death... | |
| A lesson to beg for. | |
| Marked as a | |
| Man I stand, behold the tide is rising. | |
| Nor a trixster, nor a fool, engulfed in coal, | |
| Hastily on the way to other "planets", whirling. | |
| To bloom in the horizons, to settle in the shade. | |
| A cure for the stream: | |
| To blend the evolution, | |
| As it leaps into tomorrow. |
| zuo qu : Nagash ... | |
| Euphoria as a trick, beloved but denied, | |
| Hidden in an agenda of means. " Breed behind the instincts, feed the masses!" | |
| Stationary dreams, taken swift in a glimpse. | |
| To race dimensions in a single grain, multiplicity! | |
| Find sanctuary in the | |
| Eleysian sandcastle. | |
| Feel the stench of mass hysterias cauldron, | |
| See the branch easily brake. | |
| To hit the ground, merciless smiles from above. | |
| Surrendered to the miracle of death... | |
| A lesson to beg for. | |
| Marked as a | |
| Man I stand, behold the tide is rising. | |
| Nor a trixster, nor a fool, engulfed in coal, | |
| Hastily on the way to other " planets", whirling. | |
| To bloom in the horizons, to settle in the shade. | |
| A cure for the stream: | |
| To blend the evolution, | |
| As it leaps into tomorrow. |
| zuò qǔ : Nagash ... | |
| Euphoria as a trick, beloved but denied, | |
| Hidden in an agenda of means. " Breed behind the instincts, feed the masses!" | |
| Stationary dreams, taken swift in a glimpse. | |
| To race dimensions in a single grain, multiplicity! | |
| Find sanctuary in the | |
| Eleysian sandcastle. | |
| Feel the stench of mass hysterias cauldron, | |
| See the branch easily brake. | |
| To hit the ground, merciless smiles from above. | |
| Surrendered to the miracle of death... | |
| A lesson to beg for. | |
| Marked as a | |
| Man I stand, behold the tide is rising. | |
| Nor a trixster, nor a fool, engulfed in coal, | |
| Hastily on the way to other " planets", whirling. | |
| To bloom in the horizons, to settle in the shade. | |
| A cure for the stream: | |
| To blend the evolution, | |
| As it leaps into tomorrow. |
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