| Song | Circled |
| Artist | Borknagar |
| Album | Epic |
| 作词 : Brun, Nedland | |
| Thought formed the earth as earth formed the thought - it flew with the wind as the wind always sought the fire of feat, the soma of motion, producing the sweat that set off the corrosion that made the flesh turn into earth again. | |
| So let the water drink you as | |
| Ophelia did - beloved daughter and cherished sister. | |
| Or worship the earth that | |
| Pompeii once hid, differing not between vagrant and minister. | |
| Take heed to the wind and its soft fingertips and fire's red thoughts and smouldering lips. | |
| So let the water drink you as | |
| Ophelia did - beloved daughter and cherished sister. | |
| Or worship the earth that | |
| Pompeii once hid, differing not between vagrant and minister. | |
| Sense - will you show me the way to the matter of radiant living, of having to shatter the fundamentals of intoxicant thinking? | |
| Opposing the stream , never stirring or blinking, but firmly preserving | |
| Sisyphus' work. | |
| The boulder rolls heavily - is it in vain? | |
| Deducing the truth again and again. | |
| The wind speeds up as the earth turns hard. | |
| The mountain swells up but reaps pure disregard from mythology, history and all in between. | |
| So let the water drink you as | |
| Ophelia did - beloved daughter and cherished sister. | |
| Or worship the earth that | |
| Pompeii once hid, differing not between vagrant and minister. |
| zuò cí : Brun, Nedland | |
| Thought formed the earth as earth formed the thought it flew with the wind as the wind always sought the fire of feat, the soma of motion, producing the sweat that set off the corrosion that made the flesh turn into earth again. | |
| So let the water drink you as | |
| Ophelia did beloved daughter and cherished sister. | |
| Or worship the earth that | |
| Pompeii once hid, differing not between vagrant and minister. | |
| Take heed to the wind and its soft fingertips and fire' s red thoughts and smouldering lips. | |
| So let the water drink you as | |
| Ophelia did beloved daughter and cherished sister. | |
| Or worship the earth that | |
| Pompeii once hid, differing not between vagrant and minister. | |
| Sense will you show me the way to the matter of radiant living, of having to shatter the fundamentals of intoxicant thinking? | |
| Opposing the stream , never stirring or blinking, but firmly preserving | |
| Sisyphus' work. | |
| The boulder rolls heavily is it in vain? | |
| Deducing the truth again and again. | |
| The wind speeds up as the earth turns hard. | |
| The mountain swells up but reaps pure disregard from mythology, history and all in between. | |
| So let the water drink you as | |
| Ophelia did beloved daughter and cherished sister. | |
| Or worship the earth that | |
| Pompeii once hid, differing not between vagrant and minister. |