| Song | Rage of Reason |
| Artist | Vesania |
| Album | Distractive Killusions |
| 作曲 : Vesania | |
| Thoughts once enshrined | |
| And visions entwined | |
| Around each step that I take | |
| I challenge thee! | |
| It takes a time to see from the other side | |
| Of the looking glass | |
| Fearless | |
| Reflections contorted | |
| Crippled age of reason | |
| A play of blind | |
| With no spectators | |
| Dominion of hope | |
| Is what feeds dissolution | |
| Of this life you've been given | |
| These are the product of those ill-mated marriages thou saw'st | |
| Where good with evil were matched, who of themselves abhor to join | |
| And by imprudence mixed | |
| Produce prodigious births of body and mind | |
| Ye who preach | |
| Who proclaim the sermons | |
| Of the ones not fallen from grace | |
| And disorder of light that you belong to | |
| Don't you dare | |
| Don't you dare to touch me! | |
| Awe! | |
| Can't you see you're all pregnant | |
| With infernal flame?! | |
| Awe! | |
| Why don't you all believe | |
| You've been deceived about your disgrace | |
| Awe! | |
| There is much more to see if you deny your profound fears | |
| Don't look for solace | |
| Angels are envious of what you have | |
| Reflections contorted | |
| Stir up the rage of reason | |
| A play of blind fools | |
| Spectators on their knees | |
| Dominion of hope | |
| Is what feeds dissolution | |
| Of this life you've been given | |
| Don't you dare | |
| Don't you dare to touch me! | |
| Gather back sharp splinters of your resemblance | |
| And now, what would you go for? | |
| To flash once and burn down | |
| Or to stay inflamed without the end |
| zuò qǔ : Vesania | |
| Thoughts once enshrined | |
| And visions entwined | |
| Around each step that I take | |
| I challenge thee! | |
| It takes a time to see from the other side | |
| Of the looking glass | |
| Fearless | |
| Reflections contorted | |
| Crippled age of reason | |
| A play of blind | |
| With no spectators | |
| Dominion of hope | |
| Is what feeds dissolution | |
| Of this life you' ve been given | |
| These are the product of those illmated marriages thou saw' st | |
| Where good with evil were matched, who of themselves abhor to join | |
| And by imprudence mixed | |
| Produce prodigious births of body and mind | |
| Ye who preach | |
| Who proclaim the sermons | |
| Of the ones not fallen from grace | |
| And disorder of light that you belong to | |
| Don' t you dare | |
| Don' t you dare to touch me! | |
| Awe! | |
| Can' t you see you' re all pregnant | |
| With infernal flame?! | |
| Awe! | |
| Why don' t you all believe | |
| You' ve been deceived about your disgrace | |
| Awe! | |
| There is much more to see if you deny your profound fears | |
| Don' t look for solace | |
| Angels are envious of what you have | |
| Reflections contorted | |
| Stir up the rage of reason | |
| A play of blind fools | |
| Spectators on their knees | |
| Dominion of hope | |
| Is what feeds dissolution | |
| Of this life you' ve been given | |
| Don' t you dare | |
| Don' t you dare to touch me! | |
| Gather back sharp splinters of your resemblance | |
| And now, what would you go for? | |
| To flash once and burn down | |
| Or to stay inflamed without the end |