| Song | The Finisher |
| Artist | Oh, Sleeper |
| Album | Son Of The Morning |
| 作曲 : Kinard, Oh Sleeper | |
| Do you mean to challenge me? | |
| Because your speech is threatening to the writer of your history, through a future perverted by envy | |
| Your whisper may sway the weak, but when | |
| I speak it roars the seas | |
| Your challenge has been met because with a breath | |
| I could snap your neck | |
| This won’t be like the first time you tried because my patience and mercy for you has run dry | |
| You watered among my bride and started seeds to feed your throning flight | |
| I will sing to the world your storm is capturing, and the angels will join me | |
| We will sing to a world reborn from suffering | |
| But mark my words because if that tree keeps them from seeing me, | |
| I’ll burn off your limbs, and you will never shade again | |
| You’ll bow at my feet, or | |
| I’ll rip off your knees, and make of your face all the carnage you crave | |
| I am the Finisher and | |
| I am forever | |
| I will sing to the world your storm is capturing, and the angels will join me | |
| We will sing to a world reborn from suffering | |
| From the armories the angels sing | |
| You will see them end this suffering | |
| From the armories the angels sing | |
| You will fear them when they lift their wings | |
| They will sing to a world reborn | |
| They will sing as | |
| I cut off your horns | |
| I’ll cut off your horns |
| zuò qǔ : Kinard, Oh Sleeper | |
| Do you mean to challenge me? | |
| Because your speech is threatening to the writer of your history, through a future perverted by envy | |
| Your whisper may sway the weak, but when | |
| I speak it roars the seas | |
| Your challenge has been met because with a breath | |
| I could snap your neck | |
| This won' t be like the first time you tried because my patience and mercy for you has run dry | |
| You watered among my bride and started seeds to feed your throning flight | |
| I will sing to the world your storm is capturing, and the angels will join me | |
| We will sing to a world reborn from suffering | |
| But mark my words because if that tree keeps them from seeing me, | |
| I' ll burn off your limbs, and you will never shade again | |
| You' ll bow at my feet, or | |
| I' ll rip off your knees, and make of your face all the carnage you crave | |
| I am the Finisher and | |
| I am forever | |
| I will sing to the world your storm is capturing, and the angels will join me | |
| We will sing to a world reborn from suffering | |
| From the armories the angels sing | |
| You will see them end this suffering | |
| From the armories the angels sing | |
| You will fear them when they lift their wings | |
| They will sing to a world reborn | |
| They will sing as | |
| I cut off your horns | |
| I' ll cut off your horns |