[00:00.000] 作词 : Cyberion
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Cyberion
[00:18.031] [Intro]
[00:18.031] In the shadows of Oslo, the night is alive,
[00:27.207] A symphony of chaos, where rebels thrive.
[00:34.132] [Verse 1]
[00:34.132] The streets are silent, but the hearts are loud,
[00:39.175] A blackened crust, a defiant crowd.
[00:42.526] The air is thick with the scent of despair,
[00:48.430] Yet in the darkness, we find our prayer.
[00:52.701] [Pre-Chorus]
[00:52.701] We are the outcasts, the ones they fear,
[00:56.409] In the blackened night, our voices clear.
[01:01.669] [Chorus]
[01:01.669] Oslo blackened night, our anthem of rage,
[01:06.382] In the heart of the storm, we write our page.
[01:11.042] With every scream, with every fight,
[01:15.239] We claim the darkness, we own the night.
[01:35.234] [Verse 2]
[01:35.234] The walls are trembling, the ground is shaking,
[01:40.026] In the blackened crust, our souls are waking.
[01:44.720] The chains are broken, the fire is bright,
[01:48.829] In the heart of Oslo, we ignite.
[01:53.818] [Pre-Chorus]
[01:53.818] We are the outcasts, the ones they fear,
[01:57.526] In the blackened night, our voices clear.
[02:02.786] [Chorus]
[02:02.786] Oslo blackened night, our anthem of rage,
[02:07.446] In the heart of the storm, we write our page.
[02:12.079] With every scream, with every fight,
[02:16.329] We claim the darkness, we own the night.
[02:27.980] [Bridge]
[02:27.980] In the silence, we hear the call,
[02:32.473] In the blackened crust, we stand tall.
[02:37.101] The night is ours, the fight is real,
[02:41.276] In the heart of Oslo, we feel.
[02:46.675] [Chorus]
[02:46.675] Oslo blackened night, our anthem of rage,
[02:51.329] In the heart of the storm, we write our page.
[02:55.803] With every scream, with every fight,
[03:00.132] We claim the darkness, we own the night.
[03:21.602] [Outro]
[03:21.602] In the shadows of Oslo, the night is alive,
[03:30.718] A symphony of chaos, where rebels thrive.

作词 : Cyberion
作曲 : Cyberion

In the shadows of Oslo, the night is alive,
A symphony of chaos, where rebels thrive.

The streets are silent, but the hearts are loud,
A blackened crust, a defiant crowd.
The air is thick with the scent of despair,
Yet in the darkness, we find our prayer.

We are the outcasts, the ones they fear,
In the blackened night, our voices clear.

Oslo blackened night, our anthem of rage,
In the heart of the storm, we write our page.
With every scream, with every fight,
We claim the darkness, we own the night.

The walls are trembling, the ground is shaking,
In the blackened crust, our souls are waking.
The chains are broken, the fire is bright,
In the heart of Oslo, we ignite.

We are the outcasts, the ones they fear,
In the blackened night, our voices clear.

Oslo blackened night, our anthem of rage,
In the heart of the storm, we write our page.
With every scream, with every fight,
We claim the darkness, we own the night.

In the silence, we hear the call,
In the blackened crust, we stand tall.
The night is ours, the fight is real,
In the heart of Oslo, we feel.

Oslo blackened night, our anthem of rage,
In the heart of the storm, we write our page.
With every scream, with every fight,
We claim the darkness, we own the night.

In the shadows of Oslo, the night is alive,
A symphony of chaos, where rebels thrive.