| Song | Distance Will Save Us |
| Artist | Madder Mortem |
| Album | Deadlands |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Agnete, Madder Mortem | |
| This is where the bodies fell | |
| Feel the pressure on the surface | |
| Too long buried arrogance | |
| Rising up to reign | |
| Palpable and crystal pure | |
| Sovereign and without master | |
| Perfected and far too sure | |
| It is on its way | |
| Save us Stay your hand | |
| We are born too far from morality | |
| This is where it all began, | |
| Where the wounds were left to fester | |
| Here the feeder will unhand | |
| Those that could not choose | |
| Here, at last, it all comes true | |
| See the pity and devotion | |
| In the scar that marks you, too | |
| It is on its way | |
| Save us Stay your hand | |
| We are born too far from morality | |
| The stones in our hands uncloud the senses | |
| No time for demands, time moves against us | |
| Dawn is breaking in the clouds and the starkness of light is blinding | |
| Give us a moment to savour your face and to worship and love our murder | |
| Save us Stay your hand | |
| All we need is one more chance at life |
| zuo qu : Agnete, Madder Mortem | |
| This is where the bodies fell | |
| Feel the pressure on the surface | |
| Too long buried arrogance | |
| Rising up to reign | |
| Palpable and crystal pure | |
| Sovereign and without master | |
| Perfected and far too sure | |
| It is on its way | |
| Save us Stay your hand | |
| We are born too far from morality | |
| This is where it all began, | |
| Where the wounds were left to fester | |
| Here the feeder will unhand | |
| Those that could not choose | |
| Here, at last, it all comes true | |
| See the pity and devotion | |
| In the scar that marks you, too | |
| It is on its way | |
| Save us Stay your hand | |
| We are born too far from morality | |
| The stones in our hands uncloud the senses | |
| No time for demands, time moves against us | |
| Dawn is breaking in the clouds and the starkness of light is blinding | |
| Give us a moment to savour your face and to worship and love our murder | |
| Save us Stay your hand | |
| All we need is one more chance at life |
| zuò qǔ : Agnete, Madder Mortem | |
| This is where the bodies fell | |
| Feel the pressure on the surface | |
| Too long buried arrogance | |
| Rising up to reign | |
| Palpable and crystal pure | |
| Sovereign and without master | |
| Perfected and far too sure | |
| It is on its way | |
| Save us Stay your hand | |
| We are born too far from morality | |
| This is where it all began, | |
| Where the wounds were left to fester | |
| Here the feeder will unhand | |
| Those that could not choose | |
| Here, at last, it all comes true | |
| See the pity and devotion | |
| In the scar that marks you, too | |
| It is on its way | |
| Save us Stay your hand | |
| We are born too far from morality | |
| The stones in our hands uncloud the senses | |
| No time for demands, time moves against us | |
| Dawn is breaking in the clouds and the starkness of light is blinding | |
| Give us a moment to savour your face and to worship and love our murder | |
| Save us Stay your hand | |
| All we need is one more chance at life |