| Song | Weeping Souls Of Autumn Desires |
| Artist | Illdisposed |
| Album | Four Depressive Seasons |
| 作曲 : Illdisposed, Summer | |
| The autumn intimidates your soul | |
| My soul has a file in Hell's computer | |
| Tapped by another twisted black creation | |
| I know because I've seen the third dimension | |
| I have seen what this autumn will bring us | |
| Why, hear my scream as I fade away | |
| The fertile race is so ashamed of me | |
| Of course I know there is a morbid sorrow | |
| Deep below | |
| As if I could disencumber mortal man | |
| From his own deeds | |
| Man lives only for one thing: | |
| DESIRE | |
| Unwrapping carefully | |
| A truth that no one greets | |
| Faithful are the ones | |
| Who are accepting their defeat | |
| Noxious penetrations of my godforsaken body | |
| The autumn of my life just never seems to end | |
| Confiscated lustfulness, I'm living by my sins | |
| God of mine, where are you now? | |
| I want to step behind | |
| I pray | |
| Like predeterminated My autumn turns to discontempt | |
| Often devastated is the life | |
| I live in scorn | |
| It's hard to feel anything at all | |
| The possession of my haunted soul | |
| Tugs at my heart strings |
| zuò qǔ : Illdisposed, Summer | |
| The autumn intimidates your soul | |
| My soul has a file in Hell' s computer | |
| Tapped by another twisted black creation | |
| I know because I' ve seen the third dimension | |
| I have seen what this autumn will bring us | |
| Why, hear my scream as I fade away | |
| The fertile race is so ashamed of me | |
| Of course I know there is a morbid sorrow | |
| Deep below | |
| As if I could disencumber mortal man | |
| From his own deeds | |
| Man lives only for one thing: | |
| DESIRE | |
| Unwrapping carefully | |
| A truth that no one greets | |
| Faithful are the ones | |
| Who are accepting their defeat | |
| Noxious penetrations of my godforsaken body | |
| The autumn of my life just never seems to end | |
| Confiscated lustfulness, I' m living by my sins | |
| God of mine, where are you now? | |
| I want to step behind | |
| I pray | |
| Like predeterminated My autumn turns to discontempt | |
| Often devastated is the life | |
| I live in scorn | |
| It' s hard to feel anything at all | |
| The possession of my haunted soul | |
| Tugs at my heart strings |