[00:00.000] 作词 : Ian Smith[00:01.000] 作曲 : Ian Smith/Tre’ Perdue/Harry Tadayon/Leo McClain[01:04.824]Wind weeps through these ruins[01:08.675]An empty land swallowed by time[01:12.695]Was anything real?[01:15.647]I call into the hollow, the silent dust[01:20.372]How deprived I feel, echoes lost in stone[01:27.809]Standing in an empty field as you rush by[01:36.094]How could you just leave me so suddenly?[01:38.867]A canvas of sorrow left in decay[01:41.391]Grass stained like an oil painting from the confusion you unveiled[01:50.209]At a time, I figured us intertwined[01:55.395]Like roots of a forsaken earth[01:58.433]Fruits of our sufferings buried deep[02:04.225]We believed in what we found[02:08.015]I fix my gaze, awaiting your return[02:24.297]Straining as I cut deeper into the reasons why[02:30.443]Here in the dark, even ghosts forget their names[02:40.517]Ethereal[02:42.799]How can I heal a wound from a ghost?[02:47.400]It's not tangible, yet it lingers beneath the soil[02:56.253]Like bones left unmarked beneath shifting sands[03:02.368]A lonely night is enough to be truly alive[03:12.251]How could you just leave me so suddenly?[03:14.648]A canvas of sorrow left in decay[03:17.344]Grass stained like an oil painting from the confusion you unveiled[03:25.887]At a time, I figured us intertwined[03:31.138]Like roots of a forsaken earth[03:34.365]Fruits of our sufferings buried deep[03:40.389]We believed in what we found[03:44.164]I hear your whisper in the burial ground[03:48.274]Left ruminating inside these four walls[03:52.201]Haunted like a mausoleum[03:55.979]Relived times entangled in my soul[04:00.422]Through the cracks in the earth, through the marrow of grief[04:04.316]A requiem sung by the wind's cold teeth[04:12.386]All that remains are the embers of you[04:24.823]Embers remain[04:43.560]A pyre lit from the perfect storm[04:49.061]Now only embers remain[04:58.334]Echoes of your breath haunt me[05:07.035]And the embers burn[05:13.256]A spectral field of past emotion[05:16.439]You sutured my torn skin from the past[05:22.753]I fed upon illusion[05:29.227]Embers burn[05:58.218]Beneath the soil, whispers remain[06:07.577]Calling from a buried land[06:13.118]Sealed by time's cruel hand[06:20.000]Let the land take what is lost and the whispers fade into the void