[00:00.00]The Hive （巢）-In Flames （焰乐队）
[00:22.890]April night-tyme and we run like muscles
[00:30.455]Through the stagnant nodes of man
[00:33.514]Blood-bridges lean towards the gaping synapses
[00:41.420]To disarms the stars within us
[00:55.394]Hornet hive-dark
[01:00.772]Severed wings in vainless beating
[01:06.393]Buzz out from inferno of fangs
[01:14.143]To disarms the stars within us
[01:29.395]We should have been
[01:34.875]So much more by now
[01:40.315]Too dead inside
[01:45.578]To even know the guilt
[01:51.305]Waning ring-deep a halo of thorns
[01:57.743]Sips now down in
[02:02.86]The sheets of sharp silver
[02:05.649]To disarm the star within us
[02:25.889]We should have been
[02:30.755]So much more by now
[02:36.262]Too dead inside
[02:41.447]To even know the guilt
[02:45.502]Waning ring-deep a halo of thorns