[00:00.000] 作词 : Mikael Åkerfeldt/Peter Lindgren
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Mikael Åkerfeldt/Peter Lindgren
[02:19.312]Confessor
[02:22.230]Of the tragedies in man
[02:24.963]Lurking in the core of us all
[02:30.248]The last dying call for the ever lost
[02:35.901]Brief encounters, bleeding pain
[05:37.806]Lepers coiled neath the trees
[05:43.682]Dying men in bewildered soliloquies
[05:49.454]Perversions bloom round the bend
[05:55.128]Seekers, lost in their quest
[05:58.053]Ghosts of friends frolic
[06:00.393]under the waning moon
[06:37.466]It is the year of death
[06:43.046]Wielding his instruments
[06:47.515]Stealth sovereign reaper
[06:54.369]Touching us with ease
[07:20.528]Infecting the roots in an instant
[07:23.885]Burning crop of disease
[07:26.328]I am just a spectator
[07:31.770]An advocate documenting the loss
[07:34.950]Fluttering with conceit
[07:37.740]This doesn't concern me yet
[07:40.265]Still far from the knell
[07:42.303]Taunting their bereavement
[08:28.785]Mod round the dead
[08:39.871]Point fingers at the details
[08:50.807]Probing vomits for more
[09:02.872]Caught in unbridled suspense
[09:58.919]We have all lost it now
[10:05.353]Catching the flakes of dismay
[10:11.148]Born the travesty of man
[10:16.593]Regular pulse midst pandemonium
[10:22.158]You're plucked to the mass
[10:28.113]Parched with thirst for the wicked
[10:33.621]Sick liaisons raised this monumental mark
[10:44.848]The sun sets forever over Blackwater park

作词 : Mikael Åkerfeldt/Peter Lindgren
作曲 : Mikael Åkerfeldt/Peter Lindgren
Confessor
Of the tragedies in man
Lurking in the core of us all
The last dying call for the ever lost
Brief encounters, bleeding pain
Lepers coiled neath the trees
Dying men in bewildered soliloquies
Perversions bloom round the bend
Seekers, lost in their quest
Ghosts of friends frolic
under the waning moon
It is the year of death
Wielding his instruments
Stealth sovereign reaper
Touching us with ease
Infecting the roots in an instant
Burning crop of disease
I am just a spectator
An advocate documenting the loss
Fluttering with conceit
This doesn't concern me yet
Still far from the knell
Taunting their bereavement
Mod round the dead
Point fingers at the details
Probing vomits for more
Caught in unbridled suspense
We have all lost it now
Catching the flakes of dismay
Born the travesty of man
Regular pulse midst pandemonium
You're plucked to the mass
Parched with thirst for the wicked
Sick liaisons raised this monumental mark
The sun sets forever over Blackwater park