作词 : Fridén, Ljungström ... Rush faster on the one-way lane the answers so silent Rusty gods in their machine-minds armours grind our souls in the millstone of time the "deathbed harvest" is dead man's banquet of mould ridden bread and black, poisoned wine
And we go..our steps so silent And we go..our blooded trace; The Jester Race
Calling our to the gathered masses; their answers so silent
their answers so silent
And we go..our steps so silent And we go..our blooded trace; The Jester Race
Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age that speak of silence and silence alone
Offering the tokens, the reliced idols to the heirs of the newly raped ground inferior even to the transparent winds lesser in motion and sound
And we go..our steps so silent And we go..our blooded trace; The Jester Race
There is no trace of me in their altered blueprints of life
Gaia impaled on their horns and lances to fumes from her body give case as the throng of blind mind savour the scent, dream-dead from prosaic and hate
Sunwind strokes the electroheart, ignition roars through the corridors, stream launching the binary vessels
Vanities in extreme formations ride into tormorrow's rigid futile scripts of our dying jester race
Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age that speak of silence and silence alone There is no trace of me in their altered blueprints of life
Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age that speak of silence and silence alone There is no trace of me in their altered blueprints of life
[00:00.000] 作词 : Fridén, Ljungström ... [00:42.70]Rush faster on the one-way lane [00:46.05]the answers so silent [00:49.70]Rusty gods in their machine-minds armours [00:53.25]grind our souls in the millstone of time [00:56.66]the "deathbed harvest" is dead man's banquet [01:00.06]of mould ridden bread and black, poisoned wine [01:03.08] [01:03.73]And we go..our steps so silent [01:09.78]And we go..our blooded trace; [01:16.75]The Jester Race [01:18.14] [01:24.17]Calling our to the gathered masses; [01:27.72]their answers so silent [01:29.35] [01:31.11]their answers so silent [01:32.61] [01:33.16]And we go..our steps so silent [01:39.17]And we go..our blooded trace; [01:46.02]The Jester Race [01:48.28] [01:57.17]Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age [02:00.59]that speak of silence and silence alone [02:03.43] [02:10.19]Offering the tokens, the reliced idols [02:14.43]to the heirs of the newly raped ground [02:17.71]inferior even to the transparent winds [02:20.93]lesser in motion and sound [02:22.89] [02:24.50]And we go..our steps so silent [02:30.45]And we go..our blooded trace; [02:37.40]The Jester Race [02:39.78] [02:44.91]There is no trace of me [02:48.48]in their altered blueprints of life [02:51.37] [02:58.36]Gaia impaled on their horns and lances [03:01.91]to fumes from her body give case [03:05.34]as the throng of blind mind savour the scent, [03:08.71]dream-dead from prosaic and hate [03:11.30] [03:14.00]Sunwind strokes the electroheart, [03:16.43]ignition roars through the corridors, [03:20.91]stream launching the binary vessels [03:24.93] [03:26.24]Vanities in extreme formations [03:29.45]ride into tormorrow's rigid futile scripts [03:37.47]of our dying jester race [03:40.35] [04:06.88]Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age [04:10.10]that speak of silence and silence alone [04:13.43]There is no trace of me [04:16.80]in their altered blueprints of life [04:19.86] [04:20.50]Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age [04:23.55]that speak of silence and silence alone [04:27.06]There is no trace of me [04:30.67]in their altered blueprints of life [04:35.39]
