| 歌曲 | The Damned |
| 歌手 | Seventh Wonder |
| 专辑 | Become |
| Render a sight late in the night and carry the story in time | |
| With our fate stayed on your mind | |
| To carry the price of solemn advice | |
| To cherish and pray for a roll of the dice | |
| And to bear truth to his sign | |
| Morrow wind, herald of sorrow | |
| Bless this sleeping kind | |
| Across the plains the winds of tomorrow | |
| Bear with them a tainted soul | |
| Here are the damned awaiting the living | |
| The bringer of war, the dawn is no more | |
| To carry the strife with the way of the sword | |
| From coast to coast, from land to land | |
| Tearing in twain on the weakest of strandsand | |
| I know, nowhere to go | |
| The sky is dark, the clockwork is turning | |
| As the sun goes down | |
| And all around the crosses are burning | |
| And with them our last best hope | |
| Here are the damned awaiting the living | |
| The bringer of war, the dawn is no more | |
| To carry the strife with the way of the sword | |
| Over the fields slain to a mandestiny played on the weakest of handsand the poor souls made to burn | |
| And on these grounds the power the wicked | |
| Bear within has gained control | |
| Here are the damned awaiting the living | |
| The bringer of war, the dawn is no more | |
| To carry the strife with the way of the sword | |
| Free of the sand never forgiving | |
| Always on guard it’s gone too far | |
| Here there be dragons and here are the damned |
| Render a sight late in the night and carry the story in time | |
| With our fate stayed on your mind | |
| To carry the price of solemn advice | |
| To cherish and pray for a roll of the dice | |
| And to bear truth to his sign | |
| Morrow wind, herald of sorrow | |
| Bless this sleeping kind | |
| Across the plains the winds of tomorrow | |
| Bear with them a tainted soul | |
| Here are the damned awaiting the living | |
| The bringer of war, the dawn is no more | |
| To carry the strife with the way of the sword | |
| From coast to coast, from land to land | |
| Tearing in twain on the weakest of strandsand | |
| I know, nowhere to go | |
| The sky is dark, the clockwork is turning | |
| As the sun goes down | |
| And all around the crosses are burning | |
| And with them our last best hope | |
| Here are the damned awaiting the living | |
| The bringer of war, the dawn is no more | |
| To carry the strife with the way of the sword | |
| Over the fields slain to a mandestiny played on the weakest of handsand the poor souls made to burn | |
| And on these grounds the power the wicked | |
| Bear within has gained control | |
| Here are the damned awaiting the living | |
| The bringer of war, the dawn is no more | |
| To carry the strife with the way of the sword | |
| Free of the sand never forgiving | |
| Always on guard it' s gone too far | |
| Here there be dragons and here are the damned |