| Song | A Metaphysical Drama |
| Artist | Vintersorg |
| Album | Visions From The Spiral Generator |
| 作曲 : Vintersorg | |
| Revealed are the legends coronal | |
| In a fiery illusion | |
| An esoteric festival | |
| The logical is trapped in confusion | |
| Unmasked are theorems of invocation | |
| Consigned to the thirsty soul | |
| Parallel dimension's fragmentation | |
| With a stronghold in a black hole | |
| Where phantoms channel the connection | |
| In a metaphysical drama | |
| Like Maxwell's demon if taught to perfection | |
| My eyes, the soul's panorama | |
| At childhood | |
| I felt a concealed motion (wisdom through the mother's milk) | |
| Waves in the interstellar ocean, | |
| Shapes under veils of silk | |
| Still they let me feel their presence | |
| The archetype around me, inside me | |
| In every atom and second their essence | |
| As well as in the vibration frequency of the open sea | |
| Rainbows in colours never seen | |
| In symbioses with | |
| Nordic light that flashes in green | |
| In rapids of blood glorious | |
| And in the reckless fire victorious | |
| I can trace their mark |
| zuò qǔ : Vintersorg | |
| Revealed are the legends coronal | |
| In a fiery illusion | |
| An esoteric festival | |
| The logical is trapped in confusion | |
| Unmasked are theorems of invocation | |
| Consigned to the thirsty soul | |
| Parallel dimension' s fragmentation | |
| With a stronghold in a black hole | |
| Where phantoms channel the connection | |
| In a metaphysical drama | |
| Like Maxwell' s demon if taught to perfection | |
| My eyes, the soul' s panorama | |
| At childhood | |
| I felt a concealed motion wisdom through the mother' s milk | |
| Waves in the interstellar ocean, | |
| Shapes under veils of silk | |
| Still they let me feel their presence | |
| The archetype around me, inside me | |
| In every atom and second their essence | |
| As well as in the vibration frequency of the open sea | |
| Rainbows in colours never seen | |
| In symbioses with | |
| Nordic light that flashes in green | |
| In rapids of blood glorious | |
| And in the reckless fire victorious | |
| I can trace their mark |