| 歌曲 | Memories Are Haunted Places |
| 歌手 | Sopor Æternus & the Ensemble of Shadows |
| 专辑 | Inexperienced Spiral Traveller |
| 作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea | |
| 作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea | |
| Exposed with hands as empty | |
| as the opposite space, | |
| crawling we move | |
| to where the final station lies, | |
| to whom is the debt | |
| that we are forced to pay...? | |
| Real forces dare to appear only | |
| when we turn away, | |
| truth reveals itself | |
| Reveal yourself! | |
| A face ordained to hypocrites, | |
| we know the masks, | |
| their artificial smiles, | |
| "Mind's black eyes should break the lies!" | |
| Distorted pictures are all | |
| transparent to us, | |
| phantasmagoria... such a useful weapon, | |
| ineffectual against us, enemies, | |
| with the knowledge of truth... | |
| ...truth makes me sick, | |
| what a wretched play! | |
| Paralyezed by flesh and bones, | |
| condemned to vegetate, | |
| condemned to stay alone | |
| Helplessy we are escaping, | |
| we're dinging to.. | |
| . stranded ashore, | |
| "Oh, beloved infamous side!" | |
| Our distress in perfections, | |
| trials and tribulation, | |
| preferring our pain, | |
| we'll stay and die... |
| zuò qǔ : AnnaVarney Cantodea | |
| zuò cí : AnnaVarney Cantodea | |
| Exposed with hands as empty | |
| as the opposite space, | |
| crawling we move | |
| to where the final station lies, | |
| to whom is the debt | |
| that we are forced to pay...? | |
| Real forces dare to appear only | |
| when we turn away, | |
| truth reveals itself | |
| Reveal yourself! | |
| A face ordained to hypocrites, | |
| we know the masks, | |
| their artificial smiles, | |
| " Mind' s black eyes should break the lies!" | |
| Distorted pictures are all | |
| transparent to us, | |
| phantasmagoria... such a useful weapon, | |
| ineffectual against us, enemies, | |
| with the knowledge of truth... | |
| ... truth makes me sick, | |
| what a wretched play! | |
| Paralyezed by flesh and bones, | |
| condemned to vegetate, | |
| condemned to stay alone | |
| Helplessy we are escaping, | |
| we' re dinging to.. | |
| . stranded ashore, | |
| " Oh, beloved infamous side!" | |
| Our distress in perfections, | |
| trials and tribulation, | |
| preferring our pain, | |
| we' ll stay and die... |