| 作曲 : Evoken | |
| Open wide and tell me your tales. | |
| Of secrecy found within wisdom but no man shall learn. | |
| Leaving your pale dying legs frowning upon fragments of life. | |
| Ages on ages have passed over, some have fallen for you. | |
| Poured from the throat, need | |
| I ask to be perverse? | |
| Untouched by heart, hand or sight. | |
| This crown if for her. | |
| Awake from sleep... frightening. | |
| Awake to life... faithless. | |
| Bathe her in springs of serpents only to rise at will... | |
| You're mine now, woven from hypocrisy. | |
| Touch the sick hope that mankind instills in me. | |
| A beauty meshed within the spider's web. | |
| A momnet of irony, a year of reflection. | |
| You're mine now, the slime of the garden. | |
| A rose withered a voice from the past. |
| zuo qu : Evoken | |
| Open wide and tell me your tales. | |
| Of secrecy found within wisdom but no man shall learn. | |
| Leaving your pale dying legs frowning upon fragments of life. | |
| Ages on ages have passed over, some have fallen for you. | |
| Poured from the throat, need | |
| I ask to be perverse? | |
| Untouched by heart, hand or sight. | |
| This crown if for her. | |
| Awake from sleep... frightening. | |
| Awake to life... faithless. | |
| Bathe her in springs of serpents only to rise at will... | |
| You' re mine now, woven from hypocrisy. | |
| Touch the sick hope that mankind instills in me. | |
| A beauty meshed within the spider' s web. | |
| A momnet of irony, a year of reflection. | |
| You' re mine now, the slime of the garden. | |
| A rose withered a voice from the past. |
| zuò qǔ : Evoken | |
| Open wide and tell me your tales. | |
| Of secrecy found within wisdom but no man shall learn. | |
| Leaving your pale dying legs frowning upon fragments of life. | |
| Ages on ages have passed over, some have fallen for you. | |
| Poured from the throat, need | |
| I ask to be perverse? | |
| Untouched by heart, hand or sight. | |
| This crown if for her. | |
| Awake from sleep... frightening. | |
| Awake to life... faithless. | |
| Bathe her in springs of serpents only to rise at will... | |
| You' re mine now, woven from hypocrisy. | |
| Touch the sick hope that mankind instills in me. | |
| A beauty meshed within the spider' s web. | |
| A momnet of irony, a year of reflection. | |
| You' re mine now, the slime of the garden. | |
| A rose withered a voice from the past. |
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