| Song | Hedon |
| Artist | Dark Tranquillity |
| Album | Exposures - In Retrospect And Denial |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Henriksson, Sundin | |
| Enter Suicidal | |
| Angels; How hungry we've become; like animals naked in shame | |
| Fed with the hooves of apocalypse that galloped down, disordered worlds behind | |
| From word to a word | |
| I was led to a word that spanned over cultures in rage | |
| Crimson masses, sleeped in decadence holding our tongues to the thirsty sun | |
| So, it the future still open? | |
| Then enter, hornet, from our hive-dark hearts to draw down the end from within | |
| We need not the horns that emanate from our dying warty bodies ### ### ### ### ### ### ### | |
| Nihilist, | |
| Hedon the priceless art of their lives | |
| Sorrow is a wing laid atop their heads. skin deep, we carve our immeasurable sorrow in the fold of your shivering arms <1st verse repeated> | |
| Hedon, Your children wild and filled with death # | |
| Jupiter in our unforgiving eves: a pandemonium of bodies and gold | |
| Eager, as a part of your face and the sickness attached to your skin (stone) as the wine-rush, changing from androgynous wombs to open free the lid of pain # | |
| Hedon, rinsed in post-human shadows a monument scorned by the teeth of time | |
| Stale-faced keeper of secrets, loaded with implosive fire the whore that carried the apostle to the mating point on the graves of giants | |
| We look at you, afraid to see what we really are. |
| zuo ci : Henriksson, Sundin | |
| Enter Suicidal | |
| Angels How hungry we' ve become like animals naked in shame | |
| Fed with the hooves of apocalypse that galloped down, disordered worlds behind | |
| From word to a word | |
| I was led to a word that spanned over cultures in rage | |
| Crimson masses, sleeped in decadence holding our tongues to the thirsty sun | |
| So, it the future still open? | |
| Then enter, hornet, from our hivedark hearts to draw down the end from within | |
| We need not the horns that emanate from our dying warty bodies | |
| Nihilist, | |
| Hedon the priceless art of their lives | |
| Sorrow is a wing laid atop their heads. skin deep, we carve our immeasurable sorrow in the fold of your shivering arms 1st verse repeated | |
| Hedon, Your children wild and filled with death | |
| Jupiter in our unforgiving eves: a pandemonium of bodies and gold | |
| Eager, as a part of your face and the sickness attached to your skin stone as the winerush, changing from androgynous wombs to open free the lid of pain | |
| Hedon, rinsed in posthuman shadows a monument scorned by the teeth of time | |
| Stalefaced keeper of secrets, loaded with implosive fire the whore that carried the apostle to the mating point on the graves of giants | |
| We look at you, afraid to see what we really are. |
| zuò cí : Henriksson, Sundin | |
| Enter Suicidal | |
| Angels How hungry we' ve become like animals naked in shame | |
| Fed with the hooves of apocalypse that galloped down, disordered worlds behind | |
| From word to a word | |
| I was led to a word that spanned over cultures in rage | |
| Crimson masses, sleeped in decadence holding our tongues to the thirsty sun | |
| So, it the future still open? | |
| Then enter, hornet, from our hivedark hearts to draw down the end from within | |
| We need not the horns that emanate from our dying warty bodies | |
| Nihilist, | |
| Hedon the priceless art of their lives | |
| Sorrow is a wing laid atop their heads. skin deep, we carve our immeasurable sorrow in the fold of your shivering arms 1st verse repeated | |
| Hedon, Your children wild and filled with death | |
| Jupiter in our unforgiving eves: a pandemonium of bodies and gold | |
| Eager, as a part of your face and the sickness attached to your skin stone as the winerush, changing from androgynous wombs to open free the lid of pain | |
| Hedon, rinsed in posthuman shadows a monument scorned by the teeth of time | |
| Stalefaced keeper of secrets, loaded with implosive fire the whore that carried the apostle to the mating point on the graves of giants | |
| We look at you, afraid to see what we really are. |