| Song | Scars Flown Proud |
| Artist | Faith & the Muse |
| Album | Evidence of Heaven |
| 作曲 : Faith and the Muse | |
| We are the inheritors; the evidence of heaven | |
| Descendants of a legacy gone but not forgotten | |
| We are the inheritors of the grand persuasion | |
| Descendants of its masquerade; numb but not defeated | |
| Welcome to the silent war, to the world we never hoped to gain | |
| The great disguise wandering between two realms | |
| One dead the other rarely dwells beyond our eyes | |
| Lest we be sorely recognized | |
| What little good intentions seem | |
| But obviate the bloom of self esteem | |
| We'll save our prayers | |
| Inured to wounds from bleeding minds | |
| Where wisdom dares not mix with time | |
| Never fear; they'll age they'll change they'll disappear | |
| In every dance no steps are placed | |
| And every path mistakes are made | |
| And if all paths lead but to the grave | |
| Then let us dance along our way | |
| Gliding from room to room all cast in celebrated gloom | |
| With no where yet to rest our head | |
| Waiting for a door to open from within and bring us home | |
| Lest we possess our souls again | |
| You are a wonder and I will sing your praise |
| zuò qǔ : Faith and the Muse | |
| We are the inheritors the evidence of heaven | |
| Descendants of a legacy gone but not forgotten | |
| We are the inheritors of the grand persuasion | |
| Descendants of its masquerade numb but not defeated | |
| Welcome to the silent war, to the world we never hoped to gain | |
| The great disguise wandering between two realms | |
| One dead the other rarely dwells beyond our eyes | |
| Lest we be sorely recognized | |
| What little good intentions seem | |
| But obviate the bloom of self esteem | |
| We' ll save our prayers | |
| Inured to wounds from bleeding minds | |
| Where wisdom dares not mix with time | |
| Never fear they' ll age they' ll change they' ll disappear | |
| In every dance no steps are placed | |
| And every path mistakes are made | |
| And if all paths lead but to the grave | |
| Then let us dance along our way | |
| Gliding from room to room all cast in celebrated gloom | |
| With no where yet to rest our head | |
| Waiting for a door to open from within and bring us home | |
| Lest we possess our souls again | |
| You are a wonder and I will sing your praise |