| 歌曲 | Ten Seconds In Los Angeles |
| 歌手 | Fear Before the March of Flames |
| 专辑 | The Always Open Mouth |
| 作曲 : Fear Before The March Of Flames ... | |
| How he knows every wretch's death and none of them are crystal believers. | |
| They all shiver under fate's icy breath, but turn their face to the seeming deceicer. | |
| Alarm!! to all the foul aberrations who feed off the disgust of the masses. | |
| All joined together to make a scrap of a living (The eye sees all. The eye says so.) | |
| Off the foul gasping breath of those who are paying (he sees all and he says so) | |
| Behold!! Their defective bodies in wonder, the creeps and whores, the wicked and deformed. | |
| Amazement paints the faces in the rickety bleachers, they scream for more of the modern horror: | |
| Such monsters fill the eyes of the healthy and throw themselves away in the limelight. | |
| Only one knows their awful end | |
| A justified torturous completion of all their wrong doings and black sins forcasted in crystal visions. | |
| Slouched over the clear | |
| Seeing Eye, he marks down each death and he quivers... | |
| How he knows every wretch's death and none of them crystal believers. | |
| Slouched over the clear | |
| Seeing Eye, he marks down each death and he quivers. | |
| How he knows every wretch's death and none of them crystal believers. |
| zuò qǔ : Fear Before The March Of Flames ... | |
| How he knows every wretch' s death and none of them are crystal believers. | |
| They all shiver under fate' s icy breath, but turn their face to the seeming deceicer. | |
| Alarm!! to all the foul aberrations who feed off the disgust of the masses. | |
| All joined together to make a scrap of a living The eye sees all. The eye says so. | |
| Off the foul gasping breath of those who are paying he sees all and he says so | |
| Behold!! Their defective bodies in wonder, the creeps and whores, the wicked and deformed. | |
| Amazement paints the faces in the rickety bleachers, they scream for more of the modern horror: | |
| Such monsters fill the eyes of the healthy and throw themselves away in the limelight. | |
| Only one knows their awful end | |
| A justified torturous completion of all their wrong doings and black sins forcasted in crystal visions. | |
| Slouched over the clear | |
| Seeing Eye, he marks down each death and he quivers... | |
| How he knows every wretch' s death and none of them crystal believers. | |
| Slouched over the clear | |
| Seeing Eye, he marks down each death and he quivers. | |
| How he knows every wretch' s death and none of them crystal believers. |