| Song | Scars of Greed |
| Artist | Diary of Dreams |
| Album | End of Flowers |
| 作曲 : Hates | |
| O'angels come to guide me in my sacred land | |
| Thine holy glance enlights my chamber | |
| Stranger worlds in fractal thoughts | |
| A gentle thrill | |
| I'm crowned with thorns | |
| Who will remember this ? | |
| Quiet doms of whispering circling in my head | |
| Collapsing mental boundries | |
| Draconic lips of mine | |
| And angels still corrupting with a silent word of wisdom | |
| O'angels find their sacred land | |
| In my debility they bloom | |
| Kill my flesh | |
| Kill my skin | |
| Cure my sore | |
| Cure my belief | |
| A wince, just to regret | |
| To wear a willow | |
| A wince, just to regret self - sacrifice | |
| To wear the willow- lost within | |
| And grieve for what I've lost - a mournful eye | |
| My thirst for life embodies prayers at night | |
| I sentence myself - a wilful execution | |
| Disclaiming innocence indeed | |
| O'angel find their sacred land in mine | |
| What they have never dared to be | |
| O'angel find their sacred land in mine | |
| Where they can be what they greed | |
| O'angel find their sacred land in mine | |
| For they can still make me believe | |
| O'angel find their sacred land in mine | |
| For they have crowned me ...... | |
| ......Crowned with thorns |
| zuò qǔ : Hates | |
| O' angels come to guide me in my sacred land | |
| Thine holy glance enlights my chamber | |
| Stranger worlds in fractal thoughts | |
| A gentle thrill | |
| I' m crowned with thorns | |
| Who will remember this nbsp? | |
| Quiet doms of whispering circling in my head | |
| Collapsing mental boundries | |
| Draconic lips of mine | |
| And angels still corrupting with a silent word of wisdom | |
| O' angels find their sacred land | |
| In my debility they bloom | |
| Kill my flesh | |
| Kill my skin | |
| Cure my sore | |
| Cure my belief | |
| A wince, just to regret | |
| To wear a willow | |
| A wince, just to regret self sacrifice | |
| To wear the willow lost within | |
| And grieve for what I' ve lost a mournful eye | |
| My thirst for life embodies prayers at night | |
| I sentence myself a wilful execution | |
| Disclaiming innocence indeed | |
| O' angel find their sacred land in mine | |
| What they have never dared to be | |
| O' angel find their sacred land in mine | |
| Where they can be what they greed | |
| O' angel find their sacred land in mine | |
| For they can still make me believe | |
| O' angel find their sacred land in mine | |
| For they have crowned me ...... | |
| ...... Crowned with thorns |