Wake up... Wake up... Wake up... 醒来......醒来......醒来......

   

My eyes open wide as I wake, panting, some say that dreams have deeper meaning. 我的眼睛睁得大大的，我醒来，气喘吁吁，有些人说梦想有更深层次的含义。

That they are cries from our subconscious. 他们是从我们的潜意识的呼声。

I never put much thought into such theories, but I felt strangely compelled to recount this one to my love, 我从来不把过多考虑到这样的理论，但我觉得很奇怪不得不讲述这样一来我的爱，

My Annabel, shaking her gently, I wonder why her flesh has the chill of virgin snow. 我的安娜贝尔，轻轻摇晃她，我不知道为什么她的肉体有初雪的寒意。

My thoughts are disrupted as reality hits me like a bolt of lightning and I scream. 我的思绪被打乱的现实击中我像一道闪电，我尖叫。

   

We are the crucified, we are the virtuous, we are the damned. 我们是钉在十字架上，我们是良性的，我们是该死的。

We are the crucified, this is our nightmare, let's pray we never fall asleep. 我们是钉在十字架上，这是我们的噩梦，让我们祈祷，我们从来没有睡着。

   

Imprisoned beneath the world where the soulless dwell. 被囚禁的世界里，没有灵魂的停留下方。

Lies a place that the damned call home. 谎言该死的给家里打电话的地方。

A place where the virtuous hide in fear. 一个地方的良性隐藏在恐惧中。

A place we see only in our nightmares. 我们只看到在我们的梦魇的地方。

A place where the sun is silent. 一个地方，太阳是无声的。