[00:00.00] 作词 : Gelotte, Stromblad[00:26.09]Staring there, leaning to the city moon[00:28.89]Casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms[00:32.10]The black clad voyeur in his black clad masque[00:35.25]In the serpentine sun of tragedy basked[00:36][00:51.31]Stood there cursing at the soul dead mass[00:54.10]With their fabled illusions, vain dreams that passed[00:57.34]Splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl[01:00.38]A lone silent warrior in a fantasy world[01:09.61]He cried for night but night could not come[01:12.93]So swept in the shroud of misanthrope, he went away[01:18.75][01:29.32]And fed the empty galleries[01:31.54]With the artifacts of the black rain[01:34.89]Sunken into the shadows with a dry sardonic smile[01:43.17][01:47.20]He made the footprints a part of his heart[01:50.35]To rouse a sacred confrontation[01:60][02:49.02]Stood at the carving on the monument telling lies[02:55.44]Digging of the earth, making friends with the soil[03:01.55]As the all mother rises and bares her bleeding thighs[03:04.56]He disappears into her cold, icy womb