| Song | Blind Spell |
| Artist | Shaman |
| Album | Ritual |
| 作曲 : Matos, Shaman | |
| From the day you took me home | |
| I knew I was not alone | |
| And all the pain | |
| I had seemed to be gone | |
| Running backwards to the edge, | |
| Things I don't dare to confess | |
| You've locked my secrets in a blind spell... | |
| Oh, never leave me | |
| Never walk away | |
| There's a spell on me that, for me, | |
| Could spell the end | |
| If your feelings fall apart | |
| And you can't sustain your heart | |
| It's time to realise what you really are | |
| Oh, please believe me | |
| I've been so ashamed | |
| Take your spell from me, it could drive me | |
| To the end | |
| Sometimes we run, | |
| Sometimes we hide inside a hole and fade away | |
| We turn to stone | |
| And let the weather carve its traces | |
| To open your eyes one day... | |
| Should I throw myself in the oceans of time? | |
| Without you will | |
| I ever dare to survive? | |
| Sometimes we run, | |
| Sometimes we hide inside a hole and fade away | |
| We turn to stone | |
| And let the weather carve its traces | |
| To open your eyes one day... | |
| Help me, help me to open my eyes someday... |
| zuò qǔ : Matos, Shaman | |
| From the day you took me home | |
| I knew I was not alone | |
| And all the pain | |
| I had seemed to be gone | |
| Running backwards to the edge, | |
| Things I don' t dare to confess | |
| You' ve locked my secrets in a blind spell... | |
| Oh, never leave me | |
| Never walk away | |
| There' s a spell on me that, for me, | |
| Could spell the end | |
| If your feelings fall apart | |
| And you can' t sustain your heart | |
| It' s time to realise what you really are | |
| Oh, please believe me | |
| I' ve been so ashamed | |
| Take your spell from me, it could drive me | |
| To the end | |
| Sometimes we run, | |
| Sometimes we hide inside a hole and fade away | |
| We turn to stone | |
| And let the weather carve its traces | |
| To open your eyes one day... | |
| Should I throw myself in the oceans of time? | |
| Without you will | |
| I ever dare to survive? | |
| Sometimes we run, | |
| Sometimes we hide inside a hole and fade away | |
| We turn to stone | |
| And let the weather carve its traces | |
| To open your eyes one day... | |
| Help me, help me to open my eyes someday... |