| 歌曲 | Self Portraits Of The Instincts |
| 歌手 | The Human Abstract |
| 专辑 | Nocturne |
| 作曲 : Ells, Human Abstract ... | |
| By burden of blood we saw reflections of who we are, | |
| As the knowledge that burns in our hearts takes charge. | |
| Blessings made at a house in the distance. | |
| An unworthy authority looking to find a worthy culprit. | |
| Accounting lost, stranded hindsight, words were not enough. | |
| Repeat the cycle with devils in your veins. | |
| More than simply shaken, a line divides. | |
| Blood ties are forsaken, grudges still are found | |
| In kindred we are bound. | |
| By burden of blood we saw reflections of who we are, | |
| As the knowledge that burns in our hearts takes charge. | |
| So deep in our blood, ages come, ages go, never freed. | |
| Never. | |
| That's what you told me. | |
| Time and again we have them down on their knees. | |
| Beg for mercy, beg, time and again, | |
| How many times will I be called to feel this rage? | |
| How many times will I be taken to that place? | |
| No peace of mind until the seas run dry. | |
| By burden of blood we saw reflections of who we are, | |
| As the knowledge that burns in our hearts takes charge. | |
| Forced to inflict these scars, reflections of who we are. | |
| A legacy carried on too long. |
| zuò qǔ : Ells, Human Abstract ... | |
| By burden of blood we saw reflections of who we are, | |
| As the knowledge that burns in our hearts takes charge. | |
| Blessings made at a house in the distance. | |
| An unworthy authority looking to find a worthy culprit. | |
| Accounting lost, stranded hindsight, words were not enough. | |
| Repeat the cycle with devils in your veins. | |
| More than simply shaken, a line divides. | |
| Blood ties are forsaken, grudges still are found | |
| In kindred we are bound. | |
| By burden of blood we saw reflections of who we are, | |
| As the knowledge that burns in our hearts takes charge. | |
| So deep in our blood, ages come, ages go, never freed. | |
| Never. | |
| That' s what you told me. | |
| Time and again we have them down on their knees. | |
| Beg for mercy, beg, time and again, | |
| How many times will I be called to feel this rage? | |
| How many times will I be taken to that place? | |
| No peace of mind until the seas run dry. | |
| By burden of blood we saw reflections of who we are, | |
| As the knowledge that burns in our hearts takes charge. | |
| Forced to inflict these scars, reflections of who we are. | |
| A legacy carried on too long. |