| 歌曲 | Revelations |
| 歌手 | Zack Hemsey |
| 专辑 | Empty Room |
| Intro: | |
| When the sun fades out | |
| And the blackness shrouds | |
| And the wolves all howl | |
| And the stones fall loud | |
| When the fear is found | |
| And nightmares hound | |
| Will you drown in the plague that surrounds | |
| Verse 1: | |
| Weight upon a point of pressure, watch as it implodes | |
| Wind upon a way of life, see how it erodes | |
| Seek inside a rose to find the wilting of a soul | |
| Seize a path unknown and then you’ll walk the world alone | |
| Now travel past the bones of prophets and warlords | |
| Past the empty thrones and treasures of gold hoards | |
| Past the vacant vaults of pharaohs that came before | |
| Beyond the crowns of kings once mighty and so adored | |
| And to the top of the ancient ziggurats | |
| To the pyramids and plots and the holy lands forgot | |
| And drop by a place where you can find a spot | |
| That can spot a panorama of the messages in crops | |
| Then stop, ponder if it serves to insight | |
| Does it shed a light on the Armageddon that’s in sight | |
| Can it aid or help excite the armies that march strong | |
| The battle to find calm that rattles the rage on | |
| Climb on in the race to belong | |
| Hang on in the face of the harm | |
| Move through with the pace of a charge | |
| And resist the alarm to embrace all the wrong | |
| Is it truth or just words in a song | |
| Is it hope, is it fear of forgone | |
| Am I knight, am I lowly the pawn | |
| Let it known at the sound of the gong | |
| Chorus; | |
| This is Mayan times | |
| Revelation | |
| But I am not afraid | |
| And I won’t die today | |
| So pull me under | |
| I fear no thunder | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Who knows why their stronghold couldn’t hold me at bay | |
| Why their strength couldn’t control me away | |
| Why the drive will not decline or decay | |
| Or why design will leave alive one today | |
| One to prey hard in a graveyard lay | |
| One to take charge in a Braveheart way | |
| A mournful mist to assist and portray | |
| The tears of grown men no pen will convey | |
| Without a leader to address or sway | |
| Our losses move under and cross the raw thunder | |
| Without an angel to embrace or save | |
| Our hope is fused into these stones that hold hundreds | |
| And I choose to stand | |
| Though I’m bruised and branded | |
| I refuse the noose that I’m handed | |
| My eulogy will read: | |
| “To Hell he’s been and sipped their scorched gin with a sinful grin” | |
| Oh strange am I | |
| Strangely eyed to look calm as our worlds collide | |
| Fools can find shade thinking fate is blind | |
| Their safety buys stakes for their purpose dies | |
| Though worthless lives are worth less lives | |
| My words revive and cry loud for the certain sign | |
| Till end of days sound and the earth is dry | |
| Know this is a farewell but it’s not goodbye | |
| Chorus |
| Intro: | |
| When the sun fades out | |
| And the blackness shrouds | |
| And the wolves all howl | |
| And the stones fall loud | |
| When the fear is found | |
| And nightmares hound | |
| Will you drown in the plague that surrounds | |
| Verse 1: | |
| Weight upon a point of pressure, watch as it implodes | |
| Wind upon a way of life, see how it erodes | |
| Seek inside a rose to find the wilting of a soul | |
| Seize a path unknown and then you' ll walk the world alone | |
| Now travel past the bones of prophets and warlords | |
| Past the empty thrones and treasures of gold hoards | |
| Past the vacant vaults of pharaohs that came before | |
| Beyond the crowns of kings once mighty and so adored | |
| And to the top of the ancient ziggurats | |
| To the pyramids and plots and the holy lands forgot | |
| And drop by a place where you can find a spot | |
| That can spot a panorama of the messages in crops | |
| Then stop, ponder if it serves to insight | |
| Does it shed a light on the Armageddon that' s in sight | |
| Can it aid or help excite the armies that march strong | |
| The battle to find calm that rattles the rage on | |
| Climb on in the race to belong | |
| Hang on in the face of the harm | |
| Move through with the pace of a charge | |
| And resist the alarm to embrace all the wrong | |
| Is it truth or just words in a song | |
| Is it hope, is it fear of forgone | |
| Am I knight, am I lowly the pawn | |
| Let it known at the sound of the gong | |
| Chorus | |
| This is Mayan times | |
| Revelation | |
| But I am not afraid | |
| And I won' t die today | |
| So pull me under | |
| I fear no thunder | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Who knows why their stronghold couldn' t hold me at bay | |
| Why their strength couldn' t control me away | |
| Why the drive will not decline or decay | |
| Or why design will leave alive one today | |
| One to prey hard in a graveyard lay | |
| One to take charge in a Braveheart way | |
| A mournful mist to assist and portray | |
| The tears of grown men no pen will convey | |
| Without a leader to address or sway | |
| Our losses move under and cross the raw thunder | |
| Without an angel to embrace or save | |
| Our hope is fused into these stones that hold hundreds | |
| And I choose to stand | |
| Though I' m bruised and branded | |
| I refuse the noose that I' m handed | |
| My eulogy will read: | |
| " To Hell he' s been and sipped their scorched gin with a sinful grin" | |
| Oh strange am I | |
| Strangely eyed to look calm as our worlds collide | |
| Fools can find shade thinking fate is blind | |
| Their safety buys stakes for their purpose dies | |
| Though worthless lives are worth less lives | |
| My words revive and cry loud for the certain sign | |
| Till end of days sound and the earth is dry | |
| Know this is a farewell but it' s not goodbye | |
| Chorus |