| 作曲 : Darkwell, Wurzer | |
| In my shallow grave | |
| I see the pictures of the past | |
| All the anger starts to rave | |
| My final ballot I have to cast | |
| The time in a short span | |
| The poets call it life | |
| Notions are to ban | |
| The fortune is a dive | |
| My last glance | |
| No foul hope | |
| It is the hearts last dance | |
| I shouldn't have taken the rope | |
| In my shallow grave | |
| I will enslave my mind | |
| All the anger starts to rave | |
| Needless creatures of my kind | |
| What will await me | |
| Exists the divine claw? | |
| I feel the undertow | |
| The last thing that I saw | |
| My last glance... | |
| What was the preachers plight | |
| Where is the promised truth | |
| I see no heavens might | |
| No, my existence will fuse | |
| In my shallow grave | |
| I see the pictures of the past | |
| All the anger starts to rave | |
| My hopes have been vast |
| zuo qu : Darkwell, Wurzer | |
| In my shallow grave | |
| I see the pictures of the past | |
| All the anger starts to rave | |
| My final ballot I have to cast | |
| The time in a short span | |
| The poets call it life | |
| Notions are to ban | |
| The fortune is a dive | |
| My last glance | |
| No foul hope | |
| It is the hearts last dance | |
| I shouldn' t have taken the rope | |
| In my shallow grave | |
| I will enslave my mind | |
| All the anger starts to rave | |
| Needless creatures of my kind | |
| What will await me | |
| Exists the divine claw? | |
| I feel the undertow | |
| The last thing that I saw | |
| My last glance... | |
| What was the preachers plight | |
| Where is the promised truth | |
| I see no heavens might | |
| No, my existence will fuse | |
| In my shallow grave | |
| I see the pictures of the past | |
| All the anger starts to rave | |
| My hopes have been vast |
| zuò qǔ : Darkwell, Wurzer | |
| In my shallow grave | |
| I see the pictures of the past | |
| All the anger starts to rave | |
| My final ballot I have to cast | |
| The time in a short span | |
| The poets call it life | |
| Notions are to ban | |
| The fortune is a dive | |
| My last glance | |
| No foul hope | |
| It is the hearts last dance | |
| I shouldn' t have taken the rope | |
| In my shallow grave | |
| I will enslave my mind | |
| All the anger starts to rave | |
| Needless creatures of my kind | |
| What will await me | |
| Exists the divine claw? | |
| I feel the undertow | |
| The last thing that I saw | |
| My last glance... | |
| What was the preachers plight | |
| Where is the promised truth | |
| I see no heavens might | |
| No, my existence will fuse | |
| In my shallow grave | |
| I see the pictures of the past | |
| All the anger starts to rave | |
| My hopes have been vast |