| 歌曲 | Mount Marilyn |
| 歌手 | Tiamat |
| 专辑 | Deeper Kind of Slumber [Bonus Tracks] |
| 作词 : Edlund | |
| The throne my love that opens now | |
| In cattle blood of aery brow | |
| Con that life's a dream not to affy | |
| As embodied matter love will die | |
| You twinkle still in argentine | |
| When I palmy doubt the rapid din | |
| To force the mare, the pain | |
| I hideAs you're no longer by my side | |
| Mazed I helmed this crater deem | |
| Stranger than a stranger seems | |
| Wished to shroud the sortance leer | |
| And barely wink the eyes of fear | |
| Splay the moon that foolish be | |
| And let the sunshine raving me | |
| Beyond the love | |
| I do behold | |
| A ken I saw, a fane of gold | |
| I'd seize in pounds our insane blend | |
| And phantom laid a smile | |
| I sendEke an ounce of purple fire and fairy eyes no longer twire | |
| Would fain to stalk the colour fields | |
| But tickle | |
| I shall stark lonely yield | |
| Merely in drowning water clay | |
| As anguish wears but shades of grey | |
| To retain the chains of elder squire | |
| I'd prune the funeral skies denier | |
| Once in awhile he still appeals | |
| To remind you all it's still for real | |
| Breathing smoke and fire | |
| But the face of evil that haunted us | |
| Was never ever present thus | |
| The cupid rainbow ties an orb | |
| In which every demon shall absorb | |
| Do you think | |
| I care?Do you really think | |
| I care? |
| zuò cí : Edlund | |
| The throne my love that opens now | |
| In cattle blood of aery brow | |
| Con that life' s a dream not to affy | |
| As embodied matter love will die | |
| You twinkle still in argentine | |
| When I palmy doubt the rapid din | |
| To force the mare, the pain | |
| I hideAs you' re no longer by my side | |
| Mazed I helmed this crater deem | |
| Stranger than a stranger seems | |
| Wished to shroud the sortance leer | |
| And barely wink the eyes of fear | |
| Splay the moon that foolish be | |
| And let the sunshine raving me | |
| Beyond the love | |
| I do behold | |
| A ken I saw, a fane of gold | |
| I' d seize in pounds our insane blend | |
| And phantom laid a smile | |
| I sendEke an ounce of purple fire and fairy eyes no longer twire | |
| Would fain to stalk the colour fields | |
| But tickle | |
| I shall stark lonely yield | |
| Merely in drowning water clay | |
| As anguish wears but shades of grey | |
| To retain the chains of elder squire | |
| I' d prune the funeral skies denier | |
| Once in awhile he still appeals | |
| To remind you all it' s still for real | |
| Breathing smoke and fire | |
| But the face of evil that haunted us | |
| Was never ever present thus | |
| The cupid rainbow ties an orb | |
| In which every demon shall absorb | |
| Do you think | |
| I care? Do you really think | |
| I care? |