| Song | In the Groves of Death |
| Artist | Insomnium |
| Album | Above the Weeping World |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Sevänen, Friman & Vänni |
| [00:01.00] | 作词 : Sevänen |
| [01:19.730] | In the evening of a grey day, a bleak day |
| [01:25.800] | I strayed into the dim silence of the hallowed trees |
| [01:33.760] | Where the fir-trees whisper of those been, those gone |
| [01:41.310] | Where the sacred earth still hides all those we once loved |
| [01:48.810] | “O father, hear these words, your son is not made for this world |
| [01:56.270] | Faint-hearted and careworn, into this vile life I was hurled |
| [02:03.810] | In the woods the fiends sigh, I swear I heard the demons neigh |
| [02:11.330] | On the seashore I espy the dreadful void under the tides” |
| [02:49.770] | Ill-assorted with this life, these cares |
| [02:55.910] | Each moment I am waiting for the worst to come my way |
| [03:03.780] | Dark berry from my mother’s womb; a frail one |
| [03:10.840] | I was affrighted at my birth, bewildered from the start |
| [03:18.780] | “O father, hear these words, your son is not made for this world |
| [03:26.330] | Faint-hearted and careworn, into this vile life I was hurled |
| [03:33.840] | In the woods the fiends sigh, I swear I heard the demons neigh |
| [03:41.290] | On the seashore I espy the dreadful void under the tides” |
| [05:38.850] | Better it would be to stay in the shades |
| [05:47.770] | In the thicket of the dead, in the groves of death |
| [05:56.770] | Here I would lie to the end of the days |
| [06:24.790] | “Hear me now, my hapless son |
| [06:29.110] | Warn away all yours fears |
| [06:32.420] | Make good use of your brief days |
| [06:36.790] | Life may be grim but death is more austere |
| [06:41.240] | By yourself you sit and wait |
| [06:45.710] | By yourself you will have time to repent” |
| [06:52.760] | “In these lowly halls |
| [06:55.800] | No moon will beam, no sun will shine |
| [07:03.300] | In these narrow rooms |
| [07:06.600] | No tears are seen, no laughter heard” |
| [07:34.340] | At the dawn of a quiet day |
| [07:38.630] | I strolled from the woods, returned to the hearth |
| [07:45.300] | And with a restful mind I roamed |
| [07:49.330] | The dreary shores, the darkling wilds |
| [07:54.920] | Greeting all the days that befall |
| [07:59.550] | Taking life as it comes |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Sev nen, Friman V nni |
| [00:01.00] | zuò cí : Sev nen |
| [01:19.730] | In the evening of a grey day, a bleak day |
| [01:25.800] | I strayed into the dim silence of the hallowed trees |
| [01:33.760] | Where the firtrees whisper of those been, those gone |
| [01:41.310] | Where the sacred earth still hides all those we once loved |
| [01:48.810] | " O father, hear these words, your son is not made for this world |
| [01:56.270] | Fainthearted and careworn, into this vile life I was hurled |
| [02:03.810] | In the woods the fiends sigh, I swear I heard the demons neigh |
| [02:11.330] | On the seashore I espy the dreadful void under the tides" |
| [02:49.770] | Illassorted with this life, these cares |
| [02:55.910] | Each moment I am waiting for the worst to come my way |
| [03:03.780] | Dark berry from my mother' s womb a frail one |
| [03:10.840] | I was affrighted at my birth, bewildered from the start |
| [03:18.780] | " O father, hear these words, your son is not made for this world |
| [03:26.330] | Fainthearted and careworn, into this vile life I was hurled |
| [03:33.840] | In the woods the fiends sigh, I swear I heard the demons neigh |
| [03:41.290] | On the seashore I espy the dreadful void under the tides" |
| [05:38.850] | Better it would be to stay in the shades |
| [05:47.770] | In the thicket of the dead, in the groves of death |
| [05:56.770] | Here I would lie to the end of the days |
| [06:24.790] | " Hear me now, my hapless son |
| [06:29.110] | Warn away all yours fears |
| [06:32.420] | Make good use of your brief days |
| [06:36.790] | Life may be grim but death is more austere |
| [06:41.240] | By yourself you sit and wait |
| [06:45.710] | By yourself you will have time to repent" |
| [06:52.760] | " In these lowly halls |
| [06:55.800] | No moon will beam, no sun will shine |
| [07:03.300] | In these narrow rooms |
| [07:06.600] | No tears are seen, no laughter heard" |
| [07:34.340] | At the dawn of a quiet day |
| [07:38.630] | I strolled from the woods, returned to the hearth |
| [07:45.300] | And with a restful mind I roamed |
| [07:49.330] | The dreary shores, the darkling wilds |
| [07:54.920] | Greeting all the days that befall |
| [07:59.550] | Taking life as it comes |