| Song | Hibernation Sickness Complete |
| Artist | Arcturus |
| Album | Sideshow Symphonies |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Arcturus, Hestæs, Sverd | |
| Probing a voiceless void | |
| Searching for a closure | |
| Poisoned tentacles from the past | |
| Are tumbling, fumbling, closer | |
| Mood set | |
| On full scale regret | |
| Peaking an all-time low | |
| Distorted patterns, | |
| no sight with this lantern | |
| But a bleak recollection | |
| of something undone | |
| A banished, vanished presence | |
| of the unspeakable secretive kind | |
| The uttermost shame is its essence | |
| The septic transforms the shell-shocked and blind | |
| A nightmare released | |
| A terrible disease | |
| Lurking behind a thin wall of sleep | |
| The jail-bars of a stigmatized keep | |
| Across the crumbling layers, | |
| a tricky haze of control | |
| Beyond matter | |
| the untouchable scatter, | |
| the cracks are beginning to show | |
| Small gaps out of time | |
| with riddles entwined | |
| Looking over my shoulder | |
| for some kind of cover | |
| All I can find | |
| to bring peace of mind | |
| Is that this bloodstained route | |
| Will carry the strangest of fruits | |
| Not to turn away tainted | |
| But look into the deep and weep | |
| Hibernation Sickness Complete |
| zuo ci : Arcturus, Hest s, Sverd | |
| Probing a voiceless void | |
| Searching for a closure | |
| Poisoned tentacles from the past | |
| Are tumbling, fumbling, closer | |
| Mood set | |
| On full scale regret | |
| Peaking an alltime low | |
| Distorted patterns, | |
| no sight with this lantern | |
| But a bleak recollection | |
| of something undone | |
| A banished, vanished presence | |
| of the unspeakable secretive kind | |
| The uttermost shame is its essence | |
| The septic transforms the shellshocked and blind | |
| A nightmare released | |
| A terrible disease | |
| Lurking behind a thin wall of sleep | |
| The jailbars of a stigmatized keep | |
| Across the crumbling layers, | |
| a tricky haze of control | |
| Beyond matter | |
| the untouchable scatter, | |
| the cracks are beginning to show | |
| Small gaps out of time | |
| with riddles entwined | |
| Looking over my shoulder | |
| for some kind of cover | |
| All I can find | |
| to bring peace of mind | |
| Is that this bloodstained route | |
| Will carry the strangest of fruits | |
| Not to turn away tainted | |
| But look into the deep and weep | |
| Hibernation Sickness Complete |
| zuò cí : Arcturus, Hest s, Sverd | |
| Probing a voiceless void | |
| Searching for a closure | |
| Poisoned tentacles from the past | |
| Are tumbling, fumbling, closer | |
| Mood set | |
| On full scale regret | |
| Peaking an alltime low | |
| Distorted patterns, | |
| no sight with this lantern | |
| But a bleak recollection | |
| of something undone | |
| A banished, vanished presence | |
| of the unspeakable secretive kind | |
| The uttermost shame is its essence | |
| The septic transforms the shellshocked and blind | |
| A nightmare released | |
| A terrible disease | |
| Lurking behind a thin wall of sleep | |
| The jailbars of a stigmatized keep | |
| Across the crumbling layers, | |
| a tricky haze of control | |
| Beyond matter | |
| the untouchable scatter, | |
| the cracks are beginning to show | |
| Small gaps out of time | |
| with riddles entwined | |
| Looking over my shoulder | |
| for some kind of cover | |
| All I can find | |
| to bring peace of mind | |
| Is that this bloodstained route | |
| Will carry the strangest of fruits | |
| Not to turn away tainted | |
| But look into the deep and weep | |
| Hibernation Sickness Complete |