[00:00.00] 作曲 : Sven Peter Malcom Lindgren/Mikael Lars Akerfeldt
[00:05.14](edited by ANTICHRIS)
[00:15.36]
[00:34.53]Red sun rising somewhere through the dense fog
[00:42.03]The portrait of the jaded dawn who had
[00:46.59]Seen it all before
[00:57.28]
[01:03.86](this is one of my favourite tracks in this album....)
[01:12.93]
[01:26.82]This day wept on my shoulders
[01:34.37]Still the same as yesterday
[01:41.43]This path seems endless, body is numb
[01:49.59]The soul has lost its flame
[01:56.73]Walking in familiar traces to find
[02:05.78]My way back home
[02:12.04]
[03:28.81]So there I was
[03:42.56]Within the sobriety of the immortals
[03:50.37]A semblance of supernatural winds
[03:57.48]Passing through
[04:04.92]The garden sighs, flowers die
[04:12.00]
[04:33.15]The gate was closed that day
[04:39.73]But I was bound to carry on
[04:48.09]She could not see me through the windows
[04:54.45]In dismay, strangest twist upon her lips
[05:02.28]Graven face, she said my name
[05:08.42]
[06:39.26]Once inside I heard whispers in the parlour
[06:52.69]The gilded faces grin, aware of my final demise
[07:37.01]
[07:38.86](the most thrilling part comes.....^-^)
[07:40.50]
[07:42.44]And I cried,
[07:48.86]I knew she had lied
[07:55.76]Her obsession had died
[08:02.98]It had died
[08:12.14]
[08:25.51]When can I take you from this place?
[08:32.11]When is the word but a sigh?
[08:39.45]When is death our lone beholder?
[08:45.84]When do we walk the final steps?
[08:52.84]When can we scream instead of whisper?
[08:59.17]
[09:00.23]When is the new beginning
[09:04.20]The end of this sad madrigal
[09:11.53]

作曲 : Sven Peter Malcom Lindgren/Mikael Lars Akerfeldt
(edited by ANTICHRIS)
Red sun rising somewhere through the dense fog
The portrait of the jaded dawn who had
Seen it all before
(this is one of my favourite tracks in this album....)
This day wept on my shoulders
Still the same as yesterday
This path seems endless, body is numb
The soul has lost its flame
Walking in familiar traces to find
My way back home
So there I was
Within the sobriety of the immortals
A semblance of supernatural winds
Passing through
The garden sighs, flowers die
The gate was closed that day
But I was bound to carry on
She could not see me through the windows
In dismay, strangest twist upon her lips
Graven face, she said my name
Once inside I heard whispers in the parlour
The gilded faces grin, aware of my final demise
(the most thrilling part comes.....^-^)
And I cried,
I knew she had lied
Her obsession had died
It had died
When can I take you from this place?
When is the word but a sigh?
When is death our lone beholder?
When do we walk the final steps?
When can we scream instead of whisper?
When is the new beginning
The end of this sad madrigal