| 歌曲 | The End Of A Dark Campaign |
| 歌手 | Oh, Sleeper |
| 专辑 | When I Am God |
| 作曲 : Kinard, Oh Sleeper | |
| I've been hit! | |
| Oh My God! | |
| Oh My God! | |
| The ground burst and cold soaks my shirt. | |
| Send word! | |
| The claret river forms at my boots with a flash and rain of dirt, | |
| I've been met for the hundredth time. | |
| Call the medic. | |
| This wounds meant to cripple! | |
| Run! The red crest on his head and a choice off his lips. | |
| He sat never once phased. | |
| While I'm open and spilling! | |
| Is this the end? | |
| Am I a sheep for the slaughter? | |
| Am I just a sheep for the slaughter? | |
| Oh, no! Oh | |
| Death, must you reap one more? | |
| Medic! I've been hit! | |
| Oh my God! | |
| Oh my God! | |
| The ground burst and cold....send word! | |
| The claret river forms and pools over my head. | |
| And for a moment | |
| I'm submerged in the lake, and a sparks birth could not be heard. | |
| All night the thunder of war raged and it finally seemed as if | |
| I had met the eye. | |
| With fights more lost than won | |
| I walk away with one trophy. | |
| A thousand scars on my own chest, only to realize nowhere else was | |
| I hit. But then with | |
| Your grip gloved by mercy, | |
| I was wrenched back to the storm! | |
| Lay dead or charge the line! | |
| Another patch wont do! | |
| Cut it from my chest, and begin this run. |
| zuò qǔ : Kinard, Oh Sleeper | |
| I' ve been hit! | |
| Oh My God! | |
| Oh My God! | |
| The ground burst and cold soaks my shirt. | |
| Send word! | |
| The claret river forms at my boots with a flash and rain of dirt, | |
| I' ve been met for the hundredth time. | |
| Call the medic. | |
| This wounds meant to cripple! | |
| Run! The red crest on his head and a choice off his lips. | |
| He sat never once phased. | |
| While I' m open and spilling! | |
| Is this the end? | |
| Am I a sheep for the slaughter? | |
| Am I just a sheep for the slaughter? | |
| Oh, no! Oh | |
| Death, must you reap one more? | |
| Medic! I' ve been hit! | |
| Oh my God! | |
| Oh my God! | |
| The ground burst and cold.... send word! | |
| The claret river forms and pools over my head. | |
| And for a moment | |
| I' m submerged in the lake, and a sparks birth could not be heard. | |
| All night the thunder of war raged and it finally seemed as if | |
| I had met the eye. | |
| With fights more lost than won | |
| I walk away with one trophy. | |
| A thousand scars on my own chest, only to realize nowhere else was | |
| I hit. But then with | |
| Your grip gloved by mercy, | |
| I was wrenched back to the storm! | |
| Lay dead or charge the line! | |
| Another patch wont do! | |
| Cut it from my chest, and begin this run. |