| Song | The Grand Design |
| Artist | Edenbridge |
| Album | The Chronicles of Eden |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Edenbridge, Lanvall | |
| A fallow land, a plan so grand | |
| To bring all to its prime | |
| A silver flame, out of where we came | |
| It's the silver flame of time [Chorus] | |
| A sylphlike view, an old mirage | |
| A paragon of beauty | |
| A land of leal under skies divine | |
| A constant glare, given to the heir | |
| The brightest grand design | |
| Memories, ever since time began | |
| Holding these, a perennial plan | |
| A kestrel in sky, a ship that is hull down | |
| It's not just a try, what happens hereby | |
| The wealth of ideas, inspirited worlds | |
| The essence of pacific being | |
| Mesmerize me | |
| The boundless alliance awaits [Chorus] | |
| Vagaries, without a strain for effect | |
| No time to cease, so much left to direct | |
| Who sows the wind, will reap the whirlwind | |
| And mounts the high horse, discovers a gale force | |
| The blueprint to found, a genuine world | |
| It's all in the lap of the gods | |
| Mesmerize me | |
| The boundless alliance awaits [Chorus] | |
| The brightest grand design | |
| Where we go and our spirits flow | |
| Beyond we'll come to know | |
| Far too late, we see | |
| Thrown away this beauty | |
| Hear the last bell's ring | |
| Gaia's voice is fading [Repeat] | |
| Things may take a turn | |
| Whom it may concern | |
| It's not mere child's play | |
| A stony cold stairway | |
| But hope and love will never die | |
| What happened to you? | |
| You took it on the chin, the sky overcast | |
| This day, will it be your last in line | |
| The lingering sound of hope | |
| When all is on the slope | |
| And we find the bird flown | |
| When your sun is set | |
| A stroke of a genius entombed, a current of time? | |
| The sense, no reason, no rhyme at all | |
| Forever and a day | |
| It's gone to our dismay | |
| Does the grand design fade? | |
| A world seething with rage, is building its own cage | |
| Will we reach too soon, times of a man-made moon | |
| Hope and a strong will to change, is the force to rearrange | |
| Can we move heaven and earth, to ring in a rebirth | |
| When we have our wits about one, and the last doubt is gone | |
| We only follow a line, our life is part of the grand design |
| zuo qu : Edenbridge, Lanvall | |
| A fallow land, a plan so grand | |
| To bring all to its prime | |
| A silver flame, out of where we came | |
| It' s the silver flame of time Chorus | |
| A sylphlike view, an old mirage | |
| A paragon of beauty | |
| A land of leal under skies divine | |
| A constant glare, given to the heir | |
| The brightest grand design | |
| Memories, ever since time began | |
| Holding these, a perennial plan | |
| A kestrel in sky, a ship that is hull down | |
| It' s not just a try, what happens hereby | |
| The wealth of ideas, inspirited worlds | |
| The essence of pacific being | |
| Mesmerize me | |
| The boundless alliance awaits Chorus | |
| Vagaries, without a strain for effect | |
| No time to cease, so much left to direct | |
| Who sows the wind, will reap the whirlwind | |
| And mounts the high horse, discovers a gale force | |
| The blueprint to found, a genuine world | |
| It' s all in the lap of the gods | |
| Mesmerize me | |
| The boundless alliance awaits Chorus | |
| The brightest grand design | |
| Where we go and our spirits flow | |
| Beyond we' ll come to know | |
| Far too late, we see | |
| Thrown away this beauty | |
| Hear the last bell' s ring | |
| Gaia' s voice is fading Repeat | |
| Things may take a turn | |
| Whom it may concern | |
| It' s not mere child' s play | |
| A stony cold stairway | |
| But hope and love will never die | |
| What happened to you? | |
| You took it on the chin, the sky overcast | |
| This day, will it be your last in line | |
| The lingering sound of hope | |
| When all is on the slope | |
| And we find the bird flown | |
| When your sun is set | |
| A stroke of a genius entombed, a current of time? | |
| The sense, no reason, no rhyme at all | |
| Forever and a day | |
| It' s gone to our dismay | |
| Does the grand design fade? | |
| A world seething with rage, is building its own cage | |
| Will we reach too soon, times of a manmade moon | |
| Hope and a strong will to change, is the force to rearrange | |
| Can we move heaven and earth, to ring in a rebirth | |
| When we have our wits about one, and the last doubt is gone | |
| We only follow a line, our life is part of the grand design |
| zuò qǔ : Edenbridge, Lanvall | |
| A fallow land, a plan so grand | |
| To bring all to its prime | |
| A silver flame, out of where we came | |
| It' s the silver flame of time Chorus | |
| A sylphlike view, an old mirage | |
| A paragon of beauty | |
| A land of leal under skies divine | |
| A constant glare, given to the heir | |
| The brightest grand design | |
| Memories, ever since time began | |
| Holding these, a perennial plan | |
| A kestrel in sky, a ship that is hull down | |
| It' s not just a try, what happens hereby | |
| The wealth of ideas, inspirited worlds | |
| The essence of pacific being | |
| Mesmerize me | |
| The boundless alliance awaits Chorus | |
| Vagaries, without a strain for effect | |
| No time to cease, so much left to direct | |
| Who sows the wind, will reap the whirlwind | |
| And mounts the high horse, discovers a gale force | |
| The blueprint to found, a genuine world | |
| It' s all in the lap of the gods | |
| Mesmerize me | |
| The boundless alliance awaits Chorus | |
| The brightest grand design | |
| Where we go and our spirits flow | |
| Beyond we' ll come to know | |
| Far too late, we see | |
| Thrown away this beauty | |
| Hear the last bell' s ring | |
| Gaia' s voice is fading Repeat | |
| Things may take a turn | |
| Whom it may concern | |
| It' s not mere child' s play | |
| A stony cold stairway | |
| But hope and love will never die | |
| What happened to you? | |
| You took it on the chin, the sky overcast | |
| This day, will it be your last in line | |
| The lingering sound of hope | |
| When all is on the slope | |
| And we find the bird flown | |
| When your sun is set | |
| A stroke of a genius entombed, a current of time? | |
| The sense, no reason, no rhyme at all | |
| Forever and a day | |
| It' s gone to our dismay | |
| Does the grand design fade? | |
| A world seething with rage, is building its own cage | |
| Will we reach too soon, times of a manmade moon | |
| Hope and a strong will to change, is the force to rearrange | |
| Can we move heaven and earth, to ring in a rebirth | |
| When we have our wits about one, and the last doubt is gone | |
| We only follow a line, our life is part of the grand design |