| Song | Solar Serpent |
| Artist | Conception |
| Album | In Your Multitude |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Amlien, Heimdal, Khan, Østby | |
| A fading photo on a wooden shelf | |
| Sneering in your face unlike the memory of the little boy | |
| From what you call "the good old days" | |
| The bitter taste of fall, the smell of wet concrete walls | |
| And still you count the cries at night, you try to analyse | |
| The solar serpent shines | |
| Reforms the shadows of the past | |
| And evermore the torment lasts | |
| The solar serpent shines | |
| You traced the contours of a union where only greed survives | |
| Convicted by the mass you kept your course with head held high | |
| The victims at your feet, the mission must proceed | |
| There is a higher cause, you said, afraid to understand | |
| The solar serpent shines | |
| Reforms the shadows of the past | |
| Eternally the cross will burn | |
| The solar serpent shines | |
| Alone again but yet not quite so sure | |
| Watch it coming |
| zuo qu : Amlien, Heimdal, Khan, stby | |
| A fading photo on a wooden shelf | |
| Sneering in your face unlike the memory of the little boy | |
| From what you call " the good old days" | |
| The bitter taste of fall, the smell of wet concrete walls | |
| And still you count the cries at night, you try to analyse | |
| The solar serpent shines | |
| Reforms the shadows of the past | |
| And evermore the torment lasts | |
| The solar serpent shines | |
| You traced the contours of a union where only greed survives | |
| Convicted by the mass you kept your course with head held high | |
| The victims at your feet, the mission must proceed | |
| There is a higher cause, you said, afraid to understand | |
| The solar serpent shines | |
| Reforms the shadows of the past | |
| Eternally the cross will burn | |
| The solar serpent shines | |
| Alone again but yet not quite so sure | |
| Watch it coming |
| zuò qǔ : Amlien, Heimdal, Khan, stby | |
| A fading photo on a wooden shelf | |
| Sneering in your face unlike the memory of the little boy | |
| From what you call " the good old days" | |
| The bitter taste of fall, the smell of wet concrete walls | |
| And still you count the cries at night, you try to analyse | |
| The solar serpent shines | |
| Reforms the shadows of the past | |
| And evermore the torment lasts | |
| The solar serpent shines | |
| You traced the contours of a union where only greed survives | |
| Convicted by the mass you kept your course with head held high | |
| The victims at your feet, the mission must proceed | |
| There is a higher cause, you said, afraid to understand | |
| The solar serpent shines | |
| Reforms the shadows of the past | |
| Eternally the cross will burn | |
| The solar serpent shines | |
| Alone again but yet not quite so sure | |
| Watch it coming |