| 歌曲 | December Flower |
| 歌手 | In Flames |
| 专辑 | The Jester Race |
| 作曲 : Ljungstrom, Stromblad | |
| Towards the rich archaic heavens | |
| Towards the lack diorama | |
| You are the artist and the texture | |
| That plays, with mantle, of the earth | |
| When the bleakest of powders | |
| Lie rooted, into the darkness hours | |
| And the root that feed the peaking trees | |
| Embrace the sleeping stones | |
| Archaic pearls of sleep and death | |
| The voice of | |
| December, losing its breath | |
| And the flower yard of white and gray is haunted, is haunted | |
| White as the down of a flaking snow | |
| The heroic emblems of life | |
| The green is the color of my death | |
| As the winter, guides | |
| I swoop towards the ground | |
| Green is the landscape | |
| Of my sorrow filled passing | |
| Archaic pearls of sleep and death | |
| Voice of December, losing its breath | |
| And the flower yard of white and gray is haunted, is haunted | |
| White as the down of a flaking snow | |
| The heroic emblems of life | |
| YeaWe are in flames | |
| Towards the dead archaic heavens | |
| We are the artist and the texture | |
| The altars, the mantle, of the earth | |
| Archaic pearls of sleep and death | |
| The voice of | |
| December, losing its breath | |
| And the flower yard of white and gray is haunted, is haunted | |
| White as the down of the flaking snow | |
| The heroic emblems of life |
| zuò qǔ : Ljungstrom, Stromblad | |
| Towards the rich archaic heavens | |
| Towards the lack diorama | |
| You are the artist and the texture | |
| That plays, with mantle, of the earth | |
| When the bleakest of powders | |
| Lie rooted, into the darkness hours | |
| And the root that feed the peaking trees | |
| Embrace the sleeping stones | |
| Archaic pearls of sleep and death | |
| The voice of | |
| December, losing its breath | |
| And the flower yard of white and gray is haunted, is haunted | |
| White as the down of a flaking snow | |
| The heroic emblems of life | |
| The green is the color of my death | |
| As the winter, guides | |
| I swoop towards the ground | |
| Green is the landscape | |
| Of my sorrow filled passing | |
| Archaic pearls of sleep and death | |
| Voice of December, losing its breath | |
| And the flower yard of white and gray is haunted, is haunted | |
| White as the down of a flaking snow | |
| The heroic emblems of life | |
| YeaWe are in flames | |
| Towards the dead archaic heavens | |
| We are the artist and the texture | |
| The altars, the mantle, of the earth | |
| Archaic pearls of sleep and death | |
| The voice of | |
| December, losing its breath | |
| And the flower yard of white and gray is haunted, is haunted | |
| White as the down of the flaking snow | |
| The heroic emblems of life |