| Song | Commissioned By Kings |
| Artist | Oh, Sleeper |
| Album | Son Of The Morning |
| 作曲 : Kinard, Oh Sleeper | |
| Give me your eyes so | |
| I can see through fire | |
| Give me your strength so | |
| I can stand so strong | |
| Now we walk on leathered skin to freedom | |
| The tempest roars, but | |
| I am fearless | |
| With each step | |
| I crack and stretch, and each breath is a sting to my chest | |
| Oh God, will this push bring purity, will this push bring purity or | |
| Bring out the dead, bring out the dead | |
| Bring out what you will have bow down | |
| Bring out the dead, bring out the dead | |
| Bring out what you will have bow down, they will bow down | |
| They’re climbing, climbing through soil and dirt | |
| They have my scent, but you can stop them | |
| I’m sure Yes, | |
| I can best even the devil himself, but your pride has just made it worse | |
| What writhing spite is unearthing here? | |
| Why choose the prodigals, a band of cowards, to hoist your banner of love for the world to the slaughter? | |
| It’s just a crack, the smallest of flaws | |
| Your legs have now failed you to crawl | |
| From the dirt, insurgent to warning, from lion to nothing at all | |
| Look and see, you’re feeble and weak for your body fights only your heart | |
| Call to me, and unleash the strength | |
| Your soul will begin to roar | |
| Give me your eyes so | |
| I can see through fire | |
| Give me your strength so | |
| I can stand so strong | |
| I breathe in your light, and like fire my colors now light | |
| Though outnumbered by lines, we’ll stay and fight | |
| When we reach the gates, all you’ll hear us say is | |
| Bring out the dead, bring out the dead | |
| Bring out what you will have bow down | |
| Bring out the dead, bring out the dead | |
| Bring out what you will have bow down, they will bow down |
| zuò qǔ : Kinard, Oh Sleeper | |
| Give me your eyes so | |
| I can see through fire | |
| Give me your strength so | |
| I can stand so strong | |
| Now we walk on leathered skin to freedom | |
| The tempest roars, but | |
| I am fearless | |
| With each step | |
| I crack and stretch, and each breath is a sting to my chest | |
| Oh God, will this push bring purity, will this push bring purity or | |
| Bring out the dead, bring out the dead | |
| Bring out what you will have bow down | |
| Bring out the dead, bring out the dead | |
| Bring out what you will have bow down, they will bow down | |
| They' re climbing, climbing through soil and dirt | |
| They have my scent, but you can stop them | |
| I' m sure Yes, | |
| I can best even the devil himself, but your pride has just made it worse | |
| What writhing spite is unearthing here? | |
| Why choose the prodigals, a band of cowards, to hoist your banner of love for the world to the slaughter? | |
| It' s just a crack, the smallest of flaws | |
| Your legs have now failed you to crawl | |
| From the dirt, insurgent to warning, from lion to nothing at all | |
| Look and see, you' re feeble and weak for your body fights only your heart | |
| Call to me, and unleash the strength | |
| Your soul will begin to roar | |
| Give me your eyes so | |
| I can see through fire | |
| Give me your strength so | |
| I can stand so strong | |
| I breathe in your light, and like fire my colors now light | |
| Though outnumbered by lines, we' ll stay and fight | |
| When we reach the gates, all you' ll hear us say is | |
| Bring out the dead, bring out the dead | |
| Bring out what you will have bow down | |
| Bring out the dead, bring out the dead | |
| Bring out what you will have bow down, they will bow down |