| Song | The Funeral Portrait |
| Artist | Opeth |
| Album | Blackwater Park |
| 作词 : Opeth | |
| You wait by the window | |
| Morning's breath on the sill | |
| Idle hands given another try | |
| So you wait and you savour the moment | |
| Outside the canvas turned white | |
| Ruby eyes in the fog | |
| Rain washing clean all the sins | |
| A liquid gown that covers all | |
| Your loathe turns endless | |
| Opened mirage soothes your sense | |
| Locked on the pinnacle | |
| The best secret within | |
| Like a derelict child | |
| Heart burning for a stranger | |
| Ascending to the meek | |
| Flock round the liars in awe | |
| Caked in the soil beneath | |
| Fear me when we meet | |
| Turn away in admiration | |
| My firm grip round the nucleus of joy | |
| Enough of this | |
| You will leave me now | |
| You will see it now | |
| Perish at my hands | |
| Close to you | |
| Tangled up in hair | |
| Fresh stigma look | |
| Shall I take you with me | |
| And it is cold | |
| Ruby eyes in the fog | |
| It is me | |
| And you are just like them all | |
| Stained by the names of fathers | |
| I'm greeting my downward fall | |
| Leaving the throes to others |
| zuò cí : Opeth | |
| You wait by the window | |
| Morning' s breath on the sill | |
| Idle hands given another try | |
| So you wait and you savour the moment | |
| Outside the canvas turned white | |
| Ruby eyes in the fog | |
| Rain washing clean all the sins | |
| A liquid gown that covers all | |
| Your loathe turns endless | |
| Opened mirage soothes your sense | |
| Locked on the pinnacle | |
| The best secret within | |
| Like a derelict child | |
| Heart burning for a stranger | |
| Ascending to the meek | |
| Flock round the liars in awe | |
| Caked in the soil beneath | |
| Fear me when we meet | |
| Turn away in admiration | |
| My firm grip round the nucleus of joy | |
| Enough of this | |
| You will leave me now | |
| You will see it now | |
| Perish at my hands | |
| Close to you | |
| Tangled up in hair | |
| Fresh stigma look | |
| Shall I take you with me | |
| And it is cold | |
| Ruby eyes in the fog | |
| It is me | |
| And you are just like them all | |
| Stained by the names of fathers | |
| I' m greeting my downward fall | |
| Leaving the throes to others |