[00:00.00] 作词 : Thordendal/Tomas Haake
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Fredrik Thordendal/Haake/Meshuggah
[00:17.12]Beams of fire sweep through my head
[00:21.26]Thrusts of pain increasingly engaged
[00:25.33]Sensory receptors succumb
[00:29.46]I'm no one now, only agony
[00:34.59]My crimson liquid so frantically spilled
[00:42.90]The ruby fluid of life unleashed
[00:51.62]Ripples ascend to the surface of my eyes
[00:55.40]Their red pens drawing at random, at will
[00:59.93]A myriad pains begotten in their wake
[01:03.60]The bastard spawn of a mutinous self
[01:07.63]The regurgitation of my micro nemesis
[01:15.78]Salivating red at the prospect of my ruin, my doom
[01:41.09]Malfunction the means for its ascent
[01:49.81]Bloodletting the stringent voice to beckon my soul
[02:14.05]So futile, any resisting tension
[02:23.48]As death-induced mechanics propel its growth
[02:47.65]The implement, the device of my extinction
[02:56.92]The terminating clockwork of my gleeful bane
[03:03.91]The definitive scourge of its mockery
[03:14.13]The end-art instruments, lethality attained
[03:21.94]Heed, it commands, heed my will
[03:30.10]Bleed, it says, bleed you will
[05:53.23]Falling into the clarity of undoing
[06:01.47]Scornful gods haggle for my soul
[06:09.83]Minds eye flickers and vellicates as I let go
[06:18.19]Taunting whispers accompany my deletion
[06:46.07]A sneering grin, the voice of my reaper
[06:54.28]Chanting softly the song of depletion

作词 : Thordendal/Tomas Haake
作曲 : Fredrik Thordendal/Haake/Meshuggah
Beams of fire sweep through my head
Thrusts of pain increasingly engaged
Sensory receptors succumb
I'm no one now, only agony
My crimson liquid so frantically spilled
The ruby fluid of life unleashed
Ripples ascend to the surface of my eyes
Their red pens drawing at random, at will
A myriad pains begotten in their wake
The bastard spawn of a mutinous self
The regurgitation of my micro nemesis
Salivating red at the prospect of my ruin, my doom
Malfunction the means for its ascent
Bloodletting the stringent voice to beckon my soul
So futile, any resisting tension
As death-induced mechanics propel its growth
The implement, the device of my extinction
The terminating clockwork of my gleeful bane
The definitive scourge of its mockery
The end-art instruments, lethality attained
Heed, it commands, heed my will
Bleed, it says, bleed you will
Falling into the clarity of undoing
Scornful gods haggle for my soul
Minds eye flickers and vellicates as I let go
Taunting whispers accompany my deletion
A sneering grin, the voice of my reaper
Chanting softly the song of depletion