| Song | For to End Yet Again |
| Artist | Arcturus |
| Album | The Sham Mirrors |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : G., Johnsen, Rex | |
| Full of frequency | |
| an unintelligible roar | |
| of everything that ever lived | |
| of altogether avoided life | |
| A storm of voices | |
| and backward thoughts | |
| Through deserts of sand, | |
| through gutters of shite | |
| For to end yet again | |
| For to end yet again | |
| Drums and flames | |
| our bodies in ruins | |
| and I say my name | |
| without my voice | |
| Speed increases | |
| fucking all up | |
| in a whirling wind | |
| tearing all order apart | |
| in order to rebuild order | |
| For to end yet again | |
| For to end yet again | |
| Don't fight it, you'll only | |
| whirl up all mass hysteria | |
| in your thousandfold self | |
| Police, police, police | |
| please stop the Euro | |
| from binar, bin Laden | |
| Io, paramount pan | |
| Io, paradox pan | |
| We lost eachother | |
| We slide unnoticeably | |
| In hallucinatory orbit | |
| around the sun | |
| The black sun | |
| Oh, the black sun |
| zuo ci : G., Johnsen, Rex | |
| Full of frequency | |
| an unintelligible roar | |
| of everything that ever lived | |
| of altogether avoided life | |
| A storm of voices | |
| and backward thoughts | |
| Through deserts of sand, | |
| through gutters of shite | |
| For to end yet again | |
| For to end yet again | |
| Drums and flames | |
| our bodies in ruins | |
| and I say my name | |
| without my voice | |
| Speed increases | |
| fucking all up | |
| in a whirling wind | |
| tearing all order apart | |
| in order to rebuild order | |
| For to end yet again | |
| For to end yet again | |
| Don' t fight it, you' ll only | |
| whirl up all mass hysteria | |
| in your thousandfold self | |
| Police, police, police | |
| please stop the Euro | |
| from binar, bin Laden | |
| Io, paramount pan | |
| Io, paradox pan | |
| We lost eachother | |
| We slide unnoticeably | |
| In hallucinatory orbit | |
| around the sun | |
| The black sun | |
| Oh, the black sun |
| zuò cí : G., Johnsen, Rex | |
| Full of frequency | |
| an unintelligible roar | |
| of everything that ever lived | |
| of altogether avoided life | |
| A storm of voices | |
| and backward thoughts | |
| Through deserts of sand, | |
| through gutters of shite | |
| For to end yet again | |
| For to end yet again | |
| Drums and flames | |
| our bodies in ruins | |
| and I say my name | |
| without my voice | |
| Speed increases | |
| fucking all up | |
| in a whirling wind | |
| tearing all order apart | |
| in order to rebuild order | |
| For to end yet again | |
| For to end yet again | |
| Don' t fight it, you' ll only | |
| whirl up all mass hysteria | |
| in your thousandfold self | |
| Police, police, police | |
| please stop the Euro | |
| from binar, bin Laden | |
| Io, paramount pan | |
| Io, paradox pan | |
| We lost eachother | |
| We slide unnoticeably | |
| In hallucinatory orbit | |
| around the sun | |
| The black sun | |
| Oh, the black sun |