| 歌曲 | The Frantic Pace of Dying |
| 歌手 | Cryptopsy |
| 专辑 | Once Was Not |
| 作词 : Cryptopsy, Levasseur ... | |
| They are living candles | |
| And we will watch them burn | |
| Their frantic pace of dying | |
| Is so hard to maintain | |
| Into the arms of solace you go | |
| (we sing the screams of men) | |
| "make a joyful noise unto the lord" | |
| Scream and scream again | |
| Age or beauty – which to burn? | |
| There's always room for one less | |
| Suffering is the master from whom we learn | |
| Keep this secret and be blessed | |
| In these, the last days before revelation | |
| As existence is futile and failure is not an option | |
| They bleed for love of the body | |
| And they die for the body | |
| Now, only silence remains... | |
| A sylvan silence | |
| The sick | |
| The dying | |
| The dead | |
| The rotting | |
| The damned... | |
| ...the burning | |
| Their lives, as such are but a trifle | |
| Their sacrifices, much like compost | |
| Will help to nourish the seeds of the future | |
| This august body cannot cease to grow | |
| "Arbeit macht frei" | |
| Until you die | |
| Welcome to permanent downtime | |
| They are all living candles | |
| And we will watch them burn out | |
| All these small deaths | |
| Of mind, of body | |
| Rest is for the weak |
| zuò cí : Cryptopsy, Levasseur ... | |
| They are living candles | |
| And we will watch them burn | |
| Their frantic pace of dying | |
| Is so hard to maintain | |
| Into the arms of solace you go | |
| we sing the screams of men | |
| " make a joyful noise unto the lord" | |
| Scream and scream again | |
| Age or beauty which to burn? | |
| There' s always room for one less | |
| Suffering is the master from whom we learn | |
| Keep this secret and be blessed | |
| In these, the last days before revelation | |
| As existence is futile and failure is not an option | |
| They bleed for love of the body | |
| And they die for the body | |
| Now, only silence remains... | |
| A sylvan silence | |
| The sick | |
| The dying | |
| The dead | |
| The rotting | |
| The damned... | |
| ... the burning | |
| Their lives, as such are but a trifle | |
| Their sacrifices, much like compost | |
| Will help to nourish the seeds of the future | |
| This august body cannot cease to grow | |
| " Arbeit macht frei" | |
| Until you die | |
| Welcome to permanent downtime | |
| They are all living candles | |
| And we will watch them burn out | |
| All these small deaths | |
| Of mind, of body | |
| Rest is for the weak |