[00:00.00] 作词 : In Flames[00:34.23]I often dream of huge, numb buildings[00:37.74]jet-black, sinister architecture[00:40.80]being installed when nobody sees.[00:42.89]Their appearance so sudden[00:45.70]that few would take notice.[00:46.89]And when I wake up[00:48.14]I imagine being crushed by one,[00:50.92]imagining its weight, its silence[00:53.54]and the absence of excuses for a havoced life[00:56.70]and the privilege of a 22-kilometre tombstone.[01:00.60]Jotun.[01:02.90]A body of black[01:04.50]that carried no reflection[01:09.17]defying its own room[01:11.84]un-earthly eggs of decreation[01:14.50]There would be colonies[01:16.02]mushroom-scattered, forever out of context[01:20.83]rising spores from a dying world[01:23.98]to pollute, to chase away what's left[01:33.55][02:03.71]Sun-white, pulverised desert stone[02:06.96]and serpentine lizard mouths.[02:09.84]Pales away the pyramids,[02:11.50]rewriting 4,500 years of history[02:15.55]raping the statue of liberty[02:19.80]outplays the acropolis[02:22.89]inverting the fjords[02:24.48]invades the N.Y. skyline to[02:26.37]dream its own existence in one single final word.[02:29.30]Jotun.[02:31.26]Can we identify them[02:30.82][02:59.56]as the flint buried in our reptile skulls[03:02.74]or the time-bomb coded in our DNA.[03:36.52]