Children of the Pauper King

	作曲 : Askholm, Jensen, Olesen
	Silent streets, empty halls
	We?re praying for our children
	We?re burned, we?re scorned
	Their faces turn on me
	My screams are stuck
	His mighty hands are so idle
	The words of the lord
	A madman?s pledge
	On a passage to nowhere
	In the season of lies
	Come harvest time
	It?s high upon high
	On a passage to nowhere
	In the seasons of lies
	Come harvest
	Hiding in the shadows
	The demon?s spawn screaming
	We?re lost, we are doomed
	There?s no turning back
	This is the closure
	A final retribution
	Promises to keep
	Lost in the confusion
	On a passage to nowhere
	In the seasons of lies
	Come harvest time
	It?s high upon high
	On a passage to nowhere
	In the season of lies
	Come harvest
	Darkness belongs
	Into the light
	His mighty hands will guide you
	Into your life
	We are the children
	Of the Pauper King
	We are the lost sinners
	Crying out to the King
	On a passage to nowhere
	In the seasons of lies
	Come harvest time
	High upon high
	On a passage to nowhere
	In the seasons of lies
	Come harvest time
	On a passage to nowhere
	In the seasons of lies
	Come harvest time
	On a passage to nowhere
	In the seasons of lies
	Come harvest time

	zuò qǔ : Askholm, Jensen, Olesen
	Silent streets, empty halls
	We? re praying for our children
	We? re burned, we? re scorned
	Their faces turn on me
	My screams are stuck
	His mighty hands are so idle
	The words of the lord
	A madman? s pledge
	On a passage to nowhere
	In the season of lies
	Come harvest time
	It? s high upon high
	On a passage to nowhere
	In the seasons of lies
	Come harvest
	Hiding in the shadows
	The demon? s spawn screaming
	We? re lost, we are doomed
	There? s no turning back
	This is the closure
	A final retribution
	Promises to keep
	Lost in the confusion
	On a passage to nowhere
	In the seasons of lies
	Come harvest time
	It? s high upon high
	On a passage to nowhere
	In the season of lies
	Come harvest
	Darkness belongs
	Into the light
	His mighty hands will guide you
	Into your life
	We are the children
	Of the Pauper King
	We are the lost sinners
	Crying out to the King
	On a passage to nowhere
	In the seasons of lies
	Come harvest time
	High upon high
	On a passage to nowhere
	In the seasons of lies
	Come harvest time
	On a passage to nowhere
	In the seasons of lies
	Come harvest time
	On a passage to nowhere
	In the seasons of lies
	Come harvest time