| Song | Sweet Little Brother |
| Artist | Ambeon |
| Album | Fate of a Dreamer |
| 作曲 : Lucassen, Van Woerkom | |
| Can't exactly remember what's happened | |
| I think I came home late | |
| He stood in the doorway, waiting for me | |
| I saw how he was holding a big sharp knife | |
| Pointing at me | |
| I got scared and asked "What's wrong, what are you doing boy, are you mad?" | |
| But no answer at all, he just came closer and closer | |
| No sense at all, he just came closer and closer | |
| I began to run, but he came closer and closer | |
| I ran for my life | |
| He was so much faster than me | |
| He caught me by the lake, | |
| I fellI was so confused, | |
| I could hear my gasping breath | |
| Still he was moving closer, holding his knife | |
| I must have taken it | |
| And then killed him'cos he lied too still, open wounds bleeding | |
| Grass and water turned red | |
| Oh boy, what have | |
| I done, he was my sweet little brother | |
| Oh boy, how come, | |
| I killed my sweet little brother | |
| Hh God, look at him, look at his guilty, lifeless body | |
| I killed my sweet little brother | |
| I never heard his voice | |
| Until I watched him die | |
| Now voices chase me | |
| Including his | |
| No, they're all his |
| zuò qǔ : Lucassen, Van Woerkom | |
| Can' t exactly remember what' s happened | |
| I think I came home late | |
| He stood in the doorway, waiting for me | |
| I saw how he was holding a big sharp knife | |
| Pointing at me | |
| I got scared and asked " What' s wrong, what are you doing boy, are you mad?" | |
| But no answer at all, he just came closer and closer | |
| No sense at all, he just came closer and closer | |
| I began to run, but he came closer and closer | |
| I ran for my life | |
| He was so much faster than me | |
| He caught me by the lake, | |
| I fellI was so confused, | |
| I could hear my gasping breath | |
| Still he was moving closer, holding his knife | |
| I must have taken it | |
| And then killed him' cos he lied too still, open wounds bleeding | |
| Grass and water turned red | |
| Oh boy, what have | |
| I done, he was my sweet little brother | |
| Oh boy, how come, | |
| I killed my sweet little brother | |
| Hh God, look at him, look at his guilty, lifeless body | |
| I killed my sweet little brother | |
| I never heard his voice | |
| Until I watched him die | |
| Now voices chase me | |
| Including his | |
| No, they' re all his |