| Song | Spectre at the Feast |
| Artist | Arena |
| Album | Contagion |
| 作曲 : Mitchell, Nolan, Pointer | |
| There's a spectre at the feast | |
| Feeding on my soul and drinking my hopes away | |
| There's a wind from the east | |
| My heart grows cold, my rainbows turn to grey | |
| There's a spectre at the feast | |
| Tearing me up and tossing my bones to the wolves | |
| On the brink of defeat | |
| We're moving the goals and changing the rules | |
| Hey don't fall asleep | |
| Don't close your eyes and drift away to some foreign land | |
| I know who you are - My fate is in your hands | |
| There's a spectre at the feast | |
| Panic has a face; it's looking at me right now | |
| There's the shadow of defeat | |
| Got to rise and bring those demons down | |
| Hey don't fall asleep | |
| Don't close your eyes and drift away to some foreign land | |
| I know who you are - My fate is in your hands | |
| Are they so pure, that they should judge me everyday? | |
| Am I so low in estimation, that none will hear a word I say? | |
| Are they so sure, the human race should turn away? | |
| In every home to be unwelcome, and none will hear a word I say! | |
| This brave new world has fallen and decayed | |
| Are there no heroes just men with feet of clay? | |
| Are they so weak, that they despise me everyday? | |
| A painful demonstration that none will hear a word I say! | |
| This brave new world has fallen and decayed | |
| Are there no heroes just men with feet of clay? | |
| Are you so pure? | |
| This brave new world has fallen and decayed | |
| Are there no heroes just men with feet of clay? |
| zuò qǔ : Mitchell, Nolan, Pointer | |
| There' s a spectre at the feast | |
| Feeding on my soul and drinking my hopes away | |
| There' s a wind from the east | |
| My heart grows cold, my rainbows turn to grey | |
| There' s a spectre at the feast | |
| Tearing me up and tossing my bones to the wolves | |
| On the brink of defeat | |
| We' re moving the goals and changing the rules | |
| Hey don' t fall asleep | |
| Don' t close your eyes and drift away to some foreign land | |
| I know who you are My fate is in your hands | |
| There' s a spectre at the feast | |
| Panic has a face it' s looking at me right now | |
| There' s the shadow of defeat | |
| Got to rise and bring those demons down | |
| Hey don' t fall asleep | |
| Don' t close your eyes and drift away to some foreign land | |
| I know who you are My fate is in your hands | |
| Are they so pure, that they should judge me everyday? | |
| Am I so low in estimation, that none will hear a word I say? | |
| Are they so sure, the human race should turn away? | |
| In every home to be unwelcome, and none will hear a word I say! | |
| This brave new world has fallen and decayed | |
| Are there no heroes just men with feet of clay? | |
| Are they so weak, that they despise me everyday? | |
| A painful demonstration that none will hear a word I say! | |
| This brave new world has fallen and decayed | |
| Are there no heroes just men with feet of clay? | |
| Are you so pure? | |
| This brave new world has fallen and decayed | |
| Are there no heroes just men with feet of clay? |