| Song | A Dead Poem |
| Artist | Rotting Christ |
| Album | A Dead Poem |
| 作词 : Jim, Sakis | |
| It's the season the trees die | |
| The birds don't sing anymore | |
| The rivers never come back | |
| Nature dies out. | |
| It's the season the trees die | |
| The birds don't sing anymore | |
| The rivers never come back | |
| Nature dies out. | |
| Focus tomorrow's horizon | |
| Sorrow means no future | |
| Cover my face | |
| With my guilty hands | |
| This tragic future destinied to hurt never heal | |
| What end can save me? | |
| What good gives me an end? | |
| It's the season the trees die | |
| The birds don't sing no more | |
| The rivers never come back | |
| Nature dies out. | |
| It's the season the trees die | |
| The birds don't sing no more | |
| The rivers never come back | |
| Nature dies out. | |
| First passion | |
| Now is lost | |
| A dramatic dead story | |
| I killed all | |
| I have My sadness - | |
| Translated into madness | |
| I spell meaningless words | |
| A poem for sorrow and death | |
| Nothing is innocent | |
| Nothing is fair | |
| I keep wondering | |
| I keep wondering | |
| How did I end up like this? | |
| Focus tomorrow's horizon | |
| Sorrow means no future | |
| Cover my face | |
| With my guilty hands | |
| This tragic future destinied to hurt never heal | |
| What end can save me? | |
| What good gives me an end? |
| zuò cí : Jim, Sakis | |
| It' s the season the trees die | |
| The birds don' t sing anymore | |
| The rivers never come back | |
| Nature dies out. | |
| It' s the season the trees die | |
| The birds don' t sing anymore | |
| The rivers never come back | |
| Nature dies out. | |
| Focus tomorrow' s horizon | |
| Sorrow means no future | |
| Cover my face | |
| With my guilty hands | |
| This tragic future destinied to hurt never heal | |
| What end can save me? | |
| What good gives me an end? | |
| It' s the season the trees die | |
| The birds don' t sing no more | |
| The rivers never come back | |
| Nature dies out. | |
| It' s the season the trees die | |
| The birds don' t sing no more | |
| The rivers never come back | |
| Nature dies out. | |
| First passion | |
| Now is lost | |
| A dramatic dead story | |
| I killed all | |
| I have My sadness | |
| Translated into madness | |
| I spell meaningless words | |
| A poem for sorrow and death | |
| Nothing is innocent | |
| Nothing is fair | |
| I keep wondering | |
| I keep wondering | |
| How did I end up like this? | |
| Focus tomorrow' s horizon | |
| Sorrow means no future | |
| Cover my face | |
| With my guilty hands | |
| This tragic future destinied to hurt never heal | |
| What end can save me? | |
| What good gives me an end? |