| 歌曲 | Solemn they await |
| 歌手 | Spawn of Possession |
| 专辑 | Noctambulant |
| 作曲 : Bryssling, Röndum | |
| Aftermath, with hazy ocular I realize I am back, sheltered now. | |
| Irrational paranoia swallows me. | |
| Suppress the delusion. | |
| My past gets mirrored when I'm there, a clandestine zone, a place I fear. | |
| Can't recollect these memories as things I have partaken in reality. | |
| A ruined focus a shattered view, I am transparent, cut and bruised. | |
| Answers nowhere to be found, what is this past I keep getting reminded of. | |
| Dissonant, with trembling hands I cover my eyes, a touch of sense denied. | |
| Bound by suspense It's suddenly clear, I'll yield to the edge of the leaf thin steel. | |
| Fixated state on the artery, in the city of death I'll find peace and it won't haunt me. | |
| Desperately cutting without response, the blood keeps coagulate, refused by the reaper. | |
| With fester disdain I stay, disharmonic signals, source unseen | |
| A message I can't construe, a phantom cipher they speak. | |
| This beacon I must find, it's alive rooted deep inside searching for its light. | |
| I shall retort, hidden answers, I'll burn them every bridge just to stop clutching at every straw, | |
| I walk their stride of idle, death lurks everywhere, nowhere in my reach, refuge depraved, solemn | |
| they await. | |
| Irregular beats pounding me harder for each breath I take. | |
| With discern as I ponder, origin of the pulsating strokes | |
| Seduced by my own heart's foul language, a light there never was. | |
| Falling deeper, time stands still as I fall | |
| Stranded to taste the void. |
| zuò qǔ : Bryssling, R ndum | |
| Aftermath, with hazy ocular I realize I am back, sheltered now. | |
| Irrational paranoia swallows me. | |
| Suppress the delusion. | |
| My past gets mirrored when I' m there, a clandestine zone, a place I fear. | |
| Can' t recollect these memories as things I have partaken in reality. | |
| A ruined focus a shattered view, I am transparent, cut and bruised. | |
| Answers nowhere to be found, what is this past I keep getting reminded of. | |
| Dissonant, with trembling hands I cover my eyes, a touch of sense denied. | |
| Bound by suspense It' s suddenly clear, I' ll yield to the edge of the leaf thin steel. | |
| Fixated state on the artery, in the city of death I' ll find peace and it won' t haunt me. | |
| Desperately cutting without response, the blood keeps coagulate, refused by the reaper. | |
| With fester disdain I stay, disharmonic signals, source unseen | |
| A message I can' t construe, a phantom cipher they speak. | |
| This beacon I must find, it' s alive rooted deep inside searching for its light. | |
| I shall retort, hidden answers, I' ll burn them every bridge just to stop clutching at every straw, | |
| I walk their stride of idle, death lurks everywhere, nowhere in my reach, refuge depraved, solemn | |
| they await. | |
| Irregular beats pounding me harder for each breath I take. | |
| With discern as I ponder, origin of the pulsating strokes | |
| Seduced by my own heart' s foul language, a light there never was. | |
| Falling deeper, time stands still as I fall | |
| Stranded to taste the void. |