[00:00.00] 作词 : Glorybox/Mikael Stanne/Anders Jivarp/Niklas Sundin/Martin Hendriksson
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Glorybox/Mikael Stanne/Anders Jivarp/Niklas Sundin/Martin Hendriksson
[00:23.37]Enter Suicidal
[00:25.08]Angels; How hungry we've become; like animals naked in shame
[00:45.33]Fed with the hooves of apocalypse that galloped down, disordered worlds behind
[00:54.72]From word to a word
[00:59.88]I was led to a word that spanned over cultures in rage
[01:04.62]Crimson masses, sleeped in decadence holding our tongues to the thirsty sun
[01:12.42]So, it the future still open?
[01:17.97]Then enter, hornet, from our hive-dark hearts to draw down the end from within
[02:13.92]We need not the horns that emanate from our dying warty bodies ### ### ### ### ### ### ###
[02:34.74]Nihilist,
[02:34.98]Hedon the priceless art of their lives
[02:40.11]Sorrow is a wing laid atop their heads. skin deep, we carve our immeasurable sorrow in the fold of your shivering arms <1st verse repeated>
[03:02.01]Hedon, Your children wild and filled with death #
[03:11.07]Jupiter in our unforgiving eves: a pandemonium of bodies and gold
[03:26.10]Eager, as a part of your face and the sickness attached to your skin (stone) as the wine-rush, changing from androgynous wombs to open free the lid of pain #
[04:10.47]Hedon, rinsed in post-human shadows a monument scorned by the teeth of time
[04:18.51]Stale-faced keeper of secrets, loaded with implosive fire the whore that carried the apostle to the mating point on the graves of giants
[05:04.65]We look at you, afraid to see what we really are.

作词 : Glorybox/Mikael Stanne/Anders Jivarp/Niklas Sundin/Martin Hendriksson
作曲 : Glorybox/Mikael Stanne/Anders Jivarp/Niklas Sundin/Martin Hendriksson
Enter Suicidal
Angels; How hungry we've become; like animals naked in shame
Fed with the hooves of apocalypse that galloped down, disordered worlds behind
From word to a word
I was led to a word that spanned over cultures in rage
Crimson masses, sleeped in decadence holding our tongues to the thirsty sun
So, it the future still open?
Then enter, hornet, from our hive-dark hearts to draw down the end from within
We need not the horns that emanate from our dying warty bodies ### ### ### ### ### ### ###
Nihilist,
Hedon the priceless art of their lives
Sorrow is a wing laid atop their heads. skin deep, we carve our immeasurable sorrow in the fold of your shivering arms <1st verse repeated>
Hedon, Your children wild and filled with death #
Jupiter in our unforgiving eves: a pandemonium of bodies and gold
Eager, as a part of your face and the sickness attached to your skin (stone) as the wine-rush, changing from androgynous wombs to open free the lid of pain #
Hedon, rinsed in post-human shadows a monument scorned by the teeth of time
Stale-faced keeper of secrets, loaded with implosive fire the whore that carried the apostle to the mating point on the graves of giants
We look at you, afraid to see what we really are.