作曲 : Thomas Richard Martin
And in time, the shell of Earth
Continues to rattle with war
Dead world under a dead sky
Nothing here worth fighting for
Five point four billion years
of unending battle and siege
Unrelenting and immortal
Triumph remains out of reach
All the horizon is filled with an eye
which watches, unblinking and red
Swollen, distended, the giant grows larger
and brushes the exosphere's edge
The two last things in the world,
so consumed with the fight, fail to notice the sun
has eclipsed all the sky with its solar flares skirling
Earth's final hour has come
War wages on
The corpse lord, the Lich King
grows weary at last of the game
Grasps the nature of stalemate
Victory cannot be claimed
The Nucleomancer
too young to be bored with the bout
Goes on, unthinking,
Not knowing his enemy's doubt
The King forms an idea while the
fireballs burst and the acid rays sing through the air
A lateral plan for a straightforward monster,
foe must remain unaware
Waiting for a fury from the solar storm
He will take wounds and seem to fall
And, once seeming defeated, will melt
off and find the true way to destroy every thing,
one and all
The sun, dying
The land, cracked
The living, long vanquished
The sky, black
The storm thunders
The fire descends
The foe, unmindful
The King will now transcend
One final volley
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Thomas Richard Martin
[00:47.591]And in time, the shell of Earth
[00:49.169]Continues to rattle with war
[00:51.403]Dead world under a dead sky
[00:53.638]Nothing here worth fighting for
[00:56.528]Five point four billion years
[00:58.622]of unending battle and siege
[01:00.591]Unrelenting and immortal
[01:03.153]Triumph remains out of reach
[01:06.028]All the horizon is filled with an eye
[01:07.950]which watches, unblinking and red
[01:10.138]Swollen, distended, the giant grows larger
[01:12.482]and brushes the exosphere's edge
[01:14.622]The two last things in the world,
[01:16.857]so consumed with the fight, fail to notice the sun
[01:19.185]has eclipsed all the sky with its solar flares skirling
[01:21.388]Earth's final hour has come
[01:25.685]War wages on
[01:41.685]The corpse lord, the Lich King
[01:43.622]grows weary at last of the game
[01:45.997]Grasps the nature of stalemate
[01:48.107]Victory cannot be claimed
[01:50.669]The Nucleomancer
[01:52.966]too young to be bored with the bout
[01:55.341]Goes on, unthinking,
[01:57.497]Not knowing his enemy's doubt
[01:59.997]The King forms an idea while the
[02:01.310]fireballs burst and the acid rays sing through the air
[02:04.107]A lateral plan for a straightforward monster,
[02:06.888]foe must remain unaware
[02:09.372]Waiting for a fury from the solar storm
[02:11.341]He will take wounds and seem to fall
[02:13.450]And, once seeming defeated, will melt
[02:15.482]off and find the true way to destroy every thing,
[02:18.013]one and all
[02:58.060]The sun, dying
[03:00.403]The land, cracked
[03:02.716]The living, long vanquished
[03:05.247]The sky, black
[03:07.716]The storm thunders
[03:09.982]The fire descends
[03:12.388]The foe, unmindful
[03:14.747]The King will now transcend
[03:32.013]One final volley