| 歌曲 | No One by My Side |
| 歌手 | Mirrorthrone |
| 专辑 | Gangrene |
| 作曲 : Vladimir | |
| Now arrived at the dusk of my aeonic existence | |
| But yet, too short | |
| My hands are bound in my back with a thorny rope | |
| And yet, so tight | |
| Raising my prophetic gaze one last time | |
| The only things I meet are blight | |
| And contempt, vomited by all those mouths | |
| United by the dogmatic boundaries of so-called human decency | |
| Unanimously condemned by a mislead humanity | |
| And yet, too quickly | |
| For daring to bother the established with cosmic words | |
| And yet, so true | |
| Thus destined to such vile death | |
| A revengeful spectacle for the shocked memory | |
| I look at the fire burning higher and higher around me | |
| Already suffocated by the smoke's hypnotic breath | |
| I suddenly feel a freezing warmth | |
| Like boiling acid rolling on my body | |
| From my feet to my chest | |
| The flames are devouring me | |
| Vile mass exalting christlike fantasies | |
| I will not wash your sins | |
| For of all the scourges your sick mind creates, my body i s free | |
| As it has ever been and will always be | |
| The pseudo heroic act of self-castration | |
| Reanimated their old morbid satisfaction | |
| Again, repeating time and abandon | |
| They missed their target and reached perversion. | |
| Deafened by the morbid pulse | |
| Roaring in their ears and spreading its curse | |
| All their mouths were sinisterly open | |
| For their blaming how to straighten | |
| No sacrifice hidden behind this murder | |
| You deserve nothing but a contemptuous laughter | |
| Your cause is senseless, so is my agony | |
| Staining your hands forever with blood of perfidy | |
| Forget all your neurotic constructions | |
| And face the source of your dissatisfaction | |
| One last time | |
| One last time... | |
| Or have all my attempts always been vain | |
| Disregarded, lost under disdain? | |
| Could all my scars and wasted blood | |
| Only be remembered by the silent mud? | |
| Sucked away from each infected memory | |
| Vanishing under each gaze, inexorably? | |
| During this everlasting agony | |
| A smile distorted my cracked lips | |
| One last time | |
| For even though my time had gone | |
| Somewhere a seed had been sown | |
| One last time my thoughts wandered free | |
| Beholding future hatching potentialities | |
| I hate you world | |
| I wasn't made for you... | |
| Alas... |
| zuò qǔ : Vladimir | |
| Now arrived at the dusk of my aeonic existence | |
| But yet, too short | |
| My hands are bound in my back with a thorny rope | |
| And yet, so tight | |
| Raising my prophetic gaze one last time | |
| The only things I meet are blight | |
| And contempt, vomited by all those mouths | |
| United by the dogmatic boundaries of socalled human decency | |
| Unanimously condemned by a mislead humanity | |
| And yet, too quickly | |
| For daring to bother the established with cosmic words | |
| And yet, so true | |
| Thus destined to such vile death | |
| A revengeful spectacle for the shocked memory | |
| I look at the fire burning higher and higher around me | |
| Already suffocated by the smoke' s hypnotic breath | |
| I suddenly feel a freezing warmth | |
| Like boiling acid rolling on my body | |
| From my feet to my chest | |
| The flames are devouring me | |
| Vile mass exalting christlike fantasies | |
| I will not wash your sins | |
| For of all the scourges your sick mind creates, my body i s free | |
| As it has ever been and will always be | |
| The pseudo heroic act of selfcastration | |
| Reanimated their old morbid satisfaction | |
| Again, repeating time and abandon | |
| They missed their target and reached perversion. | |
| Deafened by the morbid pulse | |
| Roaring in their ears and spreading its curse | |
| All their mouths were sinisterly open | |
| For their blaming how to straighten | |
| No sacrifice hidden behind this murder | |
| You deserve nothing but a contemptuous laughter | |
| Your cause is senseless, so is my agony | |
| Staining your hands forever with blood of perfidy | |
| Forget all your neurotic constructions | |
| And face the source of your dissatisfaction | |
| One last time | |
| One last time... | |
| Or have all my attempts always been vain | |
| Disregarded, lost under disdain? | |
| Could all my scars and wasted blood | |
| Only be remembered by the silent mud? | |
| Sucked away from each infected memory | |
| Vanishing under each gaze, inexorably? | |
| During this everlasting agony | |
| A smile distorted my cracked lips | |
| One last time | |
| For even though my time had gone | |
| Somewhere a seed had been sown | |
| One last time my thoughts wandered free | |
| Beholding future hatching potentialities | |
| I hate you world | |
| I wasn' t made for you... | |
| Alas... |