| Song | Human Candles |
| Artist | Groovy Aardvark |
| Album | Vacuum (Remastered) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Vincent Peake | |
| 作曲 : Martin Dupuis | |
| Secret vows have been pronounced | |
| For the last time | |
| In that strange formation | |
| They've vanished off to rule the after life | |
| Northern winds began to spread | |
| The stench and ashes of the dead | |
| Through the mountains made their way | |
| Among the living near the place | |
| Cut right through their veins | |
| Digging up old fears | |
| The quiet night’s not what it seems | |
| It cries | |
| As human candles scream | |
| Like there's no tomorrow | |
| Without pain and sorrow | |
| Feeding on their weakness | |
| Will their spirits hear the promised call | |
| Or will they linger on | |
| Feeding on our weakness | |
| The wooden churches beyond the trees | |
| Made it simple to conceal | |
| The master plan of a single man | |
| To die together under the moon | |
| Lost in a numbing glow | |
| Their dedicated souls | |
| Have left it all to sit behind | |
| Tonight | |
| They're going out in style |
| zuo ci : Vincent Peake | |
| zuo qu : Martin Dupuis | |
| Secret vows have been pronounced | |
| For the last time | |
| In that strange formation | |
| They' ve vanished off to rule the after life | |
| Northern winds began to spread | |
| The stench and ashes of the dead | |
| Through the mountains made their way | |
| Among the living near the place | |
| Cut right through their veins | |
| Digging up old fears | |
| The quiet night' s not what it seems | |
| It cries | |
| As human candles scream | |
| Like there' s no tomorrow | |
| Without pain and sorrow | |
| Feeding on their weakness | |
| Will their spirits hear the promised call | |
| Or will they linger on | |
| Feeding on our weakness | |
| The wooden churches beyond the trees | |
| Made it simple to conceal | |
| The master plan of a single man | |
| To die together under the moon | |
| Lost in a numbing glow | |
| Their dedicated souls | |
| Have left it all to sit behind | |
| Tonight | |
| They' re going out in style |
| zuò cí : Vincent Peake | |
| zuò qǔ : Martin Dupuis | |
| Secret vows have been pronounced | |
| For the last time | |
| In that strange formation | |
| They' ve vanished off to rule the after life | |
| Northern winds began to spread | |
| The stench and ashes of the dead | |
| Through the mountains made their way | |
| Among the living near the place | |
| Cut right through their veins | |
| Digging up old fears | |
| The quiet night' s not what it seems | |
| It cries | |
| As human candles scream | |
| Like there' s no tomorrow | |
| Without pain and sorrow | |
| Feeding on their weakness | |
| Will their spirits hear the promised call | |
| Or will they linger on | |
| Feeding on our weakness | |
| The wooden churches beyond the trees | |
| Made it simple to conceal | |
| The master plan of a single man | |
| To die together under the moon | |
| Lost in a numbing glow | |
| Their dedicated souls | |
| Have left it all to sit behind | |
| Tonight | |
| They' re going out in style |