| Song | As The Sleeper Awakes |
| Artist | Soilwork |
| Album | Sworn To A Great Divide |
| 作词 : Antonsson, Strid | |
| The decision is mine | |
| Will I remain the same | |
| The cost of getting forced | |
| Into something that | |
| Used to be a game | |
| The fragments of joy | |
| The fragments of faith | |
| I can still recall | |
| When I feel that | |
| I'm present, I just know | |
| If there's anything | |
| I should regret | |
| I would've been told | |
| Counting hours | |
| Counting days | |
| Will you listen | |
| Will you play | |
| Is there anyone | |
| Who can get it done? | |
| Taking me back to the place | |
| That I once belonged | |
| What if tomorrow | |
| Was gently taken | |
| Away from me | |
| Away from me | |
| Awaking the memories | |
| Was I meant to get old | |
| Repressing the agonies | |
| Start breaking the mold | |
| And the faith | |
| Comes back to life | |
| Still waiting for | |
| A constant thing to react | |
| But I will save myself | |
| Some of the time | |
| Keep aiming for | |
| A constant thing to react | |
| As the sleeper awakes | |
| Mesmerized by the memories | |
| That walk by my side | |
| Shelter comes easy | |
| As soon as sadness sets in | |
| By an impulse the search will begin | |
| Searching, collecting | |
| All the things | |
| I possess a detecting | |
| The insight I've | |
| Earned in distress | |
| Learning, finally I know | |
| How to breathe | |
| Turning, turning away | |
| From the greed | |
| So unpleasant | |
| It strikes whenever I call | |
| So relentless | |
| As I fall | |
| A grand awakening | |
| Will kill it all | |
| Nevertheless | |
| I'll be my own precious god | |
| I can't resist | |
| The things I've missed | |
| And I'll make sure that it | |
| Will last the time | |
| I will insist | |
| What if tomorrow | |
| Was taken away from me | |
| Away from me | |
| Away from me | |
| Awaking the memories | |
| Was I meant to get old | |
| Repressing the agonies | |
| Start breaking the mold | |
| (Start breaking the mold) | |
| And the faith | |
| Comes back to life | |
| Still waiting for | |
| A constant thing to react | |
| But I will save myself | |
| Some of the time | |
| Keep aiming for | |
| A constant thing to react | |
| As the sleeper awakes |
| zuò cí : Antonsson, Strid | |
| The decision is mine | |
| Will I remain the same | |
| The cost of getting forced | |
| Into something that | |
| Used to be a game | |
| The fragments of joy | |
| The fragments of faith | |
| I can still recall | |
| When I feel that | |
| I' m present, I just know | |
| If there' s anything | |
| I should regret | |
| I would' ve been told | |
| Counting hours | |
| Counting days | |
| Will you listen | |
| Will you play | |
| Is there anyone | |
| Who can get it done? | |
| Taking me back to the place | |
| That I once belonged | |
| What if tomorrow | |
| Was gently taken | |
| Away from me | |
| Away from me | |
| Awaking the memories | |
| Was I meant to get old | |
| Repressing the agonies | |
| Start breaking the mold | |
| And the faith | |
| Comes back to life | |
| Still waiting for | |
| A constant thing to react | |
| But I will save myself | |
| Some of the time | |
| Keep aiming for | |
| A constant thing to react | |
| As the sleeper awakes | |
| Mesmerized by the memories | |
| That walk by my side | |
| Shelter comes easy | |
| As soon as sadness sets in | |
| By an impulse the search will begin | |
| Searching, collecting | |
| All the things | |
| I possess a detecting | |
| The insight I' ve | |
| Earned in distress | |
| Learning, finally I know | |
| How to breathe | |
| Turning, turning away | |
| From the greed | |
| So unpleasant | |
| It strikes whenever I call | |
| So relentless | |
| As I fall | |
| A grand awakening | |
| Will kill it all | |
| Nevertheless | |
| I' ll be my own precious god | |
| I can' t resist | |
| The things I' ve missed | |
| And I' ll make sure that it | |
| Will last the time | |
| I will insist | |
| What if tomorrow | |
| Was taken away from me | |
| Away from me | |
| Away from me | |
| Awaking the memories | |
| Was I meant to get old | |
| Repressing the agonies | |
| Start breaking the mold | |
| Start breaking the mold | |
| And the faith | |
| Comes back to life | |
| Still waiting for | |
| A constant thing to react | |
| But I will save myself | |
| Some of the time | |
| Keep aiming for | |
| A constant thing to react | |
| As the sleeper awakes |