[00:00.000] 作词 : Devin Duarte[00:00.062] 作曲 : Tre Perdue/Devin Duarte/Harry Tadayon/Nahuel Lozano[00:00.125]Flesh[00:09.548]Stains the walls[00:19.186]Burned sage melts the scads of heads that line the throne room floors[00:40.903]The scent of ashen skin pervades and rises to the ceiling[00:44.777]From which dissevered arms hang and reach[00:48.553]Grasping hopelessly to return to life once more[01:15.466]All whom fix their eyes upon the faces in the halls, horrified in trance[01:16.397]Enclosed behind these walls we suffer without cause[01:30.375]And the death that swims beneath these latent floors[01:36.142]Lends true to the readings of the court[01:41.294]Condemn or commend either way there is no door to harmony[01:49.436]Write my fortune in the sand[01:56.303]And if I rise aloft the bones[02:03.359]Heed my warning[02:05.126]Bask in glory[02:07.153]Curled backs snap while the gears turn incessantly[02:26.922]The wailing and rhythmic cracking of bone overwhelms the soundscape[02:36.594]Enclosed behind these walls we suffer without cause[02:44.873]Thy nature is to howl as our skin is seared[03:10.263]The sound serves only to awaken the deities asleep and praying for healing[03:21.029]The readings of the court[03:24.538]Condemn or commend either way there is no door to harmony[03:32.986]Write my fortune in the sand[03:39.798]And if I rise aloft the bones