| Song | Dead Children, Black Rats |
| Artist | Torchbearer |
| Album | Yersinia Pestis |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Johansson | |
| My journey had been long, I had not seen my hometown for weeks. | |
| My spirits were hign for the prosperity I acquired, | |
| When I walked in between houses and streets. | |
| The morning was still, and yet but begun, | |
| And the silence but pleasant and beautiful. | |
| A strange smell lay light on a soft breeze... | |
| As I came closer to my house it grew strong. | |
| I knew not why, at that point, but something made me freeze and shiver cold... | |
| Curiosity of a strange kind made me stare in through a window. | |
| I knew the house I stared into belonged to a family of many. | |
| Well. That's what is used to do. | |
| Imagine my horror when I saw that pale face! | |
| With eyes still open, piercing at me through the dark. | |
| Right then I knew who awaited me. | |
| Death had come to gratulate my return. | |
| As if a ghost to assist my horror, a door creaked and slowly opened wide. | |
| I screamed, and my scream scared me further, | |
| For it echoed uncanny between the housewalls. | |
| As the fool I was, I fled in through another neighbouring door. | |
| The smell was awful as I paced through the chambers, | |
| And that was when I fell over something. | |
| It was a little boy and his sister, still embraced in death. | |
| Lying there on the floor I knew I would not rise | |
| When the rats ran across the floor against me... | |
| All I saw - dead children, black rats... |
| zuo qu : Johansson | |
| My journey had been long, I had not seen my hometown for weeks. | |
| My spirits were hign for the prosperity I acquired, | |
| When I walked in between houses and streets. | |
| The morning was still, and yet but begun, | |
| And the silence but pleasant and beautiful. | |
| A strange smell lay light on a soft breeze... | |
| As I came closer to my house it grew strong. | |
| I knew not why, at that point, but something made me freeze and shiver cold... | |
| Curiosity of a strange kind made me stare in through a window. | |
| I knew the house I stared into belonged to a family of many. | |
| Well. That' s what is used to do. | |
| Imagine my horror when I saw that pale face! | |
| With eyes still open, piercing at me through the dark. | |
| Right then I knew who awaited me. | |
| Death had come to gratulate my return. | |
| As if a ghost to assist my horror, a door creaked and slowly opened wide. | |
| I screamed, and my scream scared me further, | |
| For it echoed uncanny between the housewalls. | |
| As the fool I was, I fled in through another neighbouring door. | |
| The smell was awful as I paced through the chambers, | |
| And that was when I fell over something. | |
| It was a little boy and his sister, still embraced in death. | |
| Lying there on the floor I knew I would not rise | |
| When the rats ran across the floor against me... | |
| All I saw dead children, black rats... |
| zuò qǔ : Johansson | |
| My journey had been long, I had not seen my hometown for weeks. | |
| My spirits were hign for the prosperity I acquired, | |
| When I walked in between houses and streets. | |
| The morning was still, and yet but begun, | |
| And the silence but pleasant and beautiful. | |
| A strange smell lay light on a soft breeze... | |
| As I came closer to my house it grew strong. | |
| I knew not why, at that point, but something made me freeze and shiver cold... | |
| Curiosity of a strange kind made me stare in through a window. | |
| I knew the house I stared into belonged to a family of many. | |
| Well. That' s what is used to do. | |
| Imagine my horror when I saw that pale face! | |
| With eyes still open, piercing at me through the dark. | |
| Right then I knew who awaited me. | |
| Death had come to gratulate my return. | |
| As if a ghost to assist my horror, a door creaked and slowly opened wide. | |
| I screamed, and my scream scared me further, | |
| For it echoed uncanny between the housewalls. | |
| As the fool I was, I fled in through another neighbouring door. | |
| The smell was awful as I paced through the chambers, | |
| And that was when I fell over something. | |
| It was a little boy and his sister, still embraced in death. | |
| Lying there on the floor I knew I would not rise | |
| When the rats ran across the floor against me... | |
| All I saw dead children, black rats... |