[00:00.00] 作词 : Fridén, Ljungström ...[00:42.70]Rush faster on the one-way lane[00:46.05]the answers so silent[00:49.70]Rusty gods in their machine-minds armours[00:53.25]grind our souls in the millstone of time[00:56.66]the "deathbed harvest" is dead man's banquet[01:00.06]of mould ridden bread and black, poisoned wine[01:03.08][01:03.73]And we go..our steps so silent[01:09.78]And we go..our blooded trace;[01:16.75]The Jester Race[01:18.14][01:24.17]Calling our to the gathered masses;[01:27.72]their answers so silent[01:29.35][01:31.11]their answers so silent[01:32.61][01:33.16]And we go..our steps so silent[01:39.17]And we go..our blooded trace;[01:46.02]The Jester Race[01:48.28][01:57.17]Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age[02:00.59]that speak of silence and silence alone[02:03.43][02:10.19]Offering the tokens, the reliced idols[02:14.43]to the heirs of the newly raped ground[02:17.71]inferior even to the transparent winds[02:20.93]lesser in motion and sound[02:22.89][02:24.50]And we go..our steps so silent[02:30.45]And we go..our blooded trace;[02:37.40]The Jester Race[02:39.78][02:44.91]There is no trace of me[02:48.48]in their altered blueprints of life[02:51.37][02:58.36]Gaia impaled on their horns and lances[03:01.91]to fumes from her body give case[03:05.34]as the throng of blind mind savour the scent,[03:08.71]dream-dead from prosaic and hate[03:11.30][03:14.00]Sunwind strokes the electroheart,[03:16.43]ignition roars through the corridors,[03:20.91]stream launching the binary vessels[03:24.93][03:26.24]Vanities in extreme formations[03:29.45]ride into tormorrow's rigid futile scripts[03:37.47]of our dying jester race[03:40.35][04:06.88]Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age[04:10.10]that speak of silence and silence alone[04:13.43]There is no trace of me[04:16.80]in their altered blueprints of life[04:19.86][04:20.50]Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age[04:23.55]that speak of silence and silence alone[04:27.06]There is no trace of me[04:30.67]in their altered blueprints of life[04:35.39]