[00:00.00] 作词 : William Patrick Corgan[00:01.00] 作曲 : William Patrick Corgan[00:11.06]Antietam, somebody has to rise[00:17.55]Somebody has to rise[00:21.57]Battered out she wades in[00:26.10]Agatha-black as it sounds[00:29.60]This parting ways on a sharp knife[00:35.89]Antietam's in sight[00:44.89]Horses stamped their hues, Marillion-side[00:52.79]Emancipated through spilt lines[00:59.30]Hollies of the high, your anthem's won[01:07.21]For sisters stricken blank do forget[01:13.57]Antietam, somebody has to rise[01:20.01]Somebody has to rise[01:24.15]It's a long way south[01:28.45]Where comforting kindness springs[01:32.54]To a bridge of turn-key louts[01:39.10]Antietam, begin[01:58.18]Ochre-powdered caste, defend this doubt[02:05.88]To marvels of a silk forest spun[02:12.01]Magnolia's in the can, a glimpse cyan[02:20.42]Where chaste and tendered mouths spoilt foul[02:26.65]Antietam, somebody has to rise[02:33.09]Somebody has to rise[02:37.13]Battered out she wades in[02:41.78]Agatha-black as it sounds[02:45.52]This parting ways on a sharp knife[02:51.96]Antietam, somebody has to rise[02:59.22]Somebody has to rise