| Song | Black Light District |
| Artist | The Gathering |
| Album | A Noise Severe |
| 作词 : Gathering, v. Giersbergen | |
| Blaming global infection for the illness in him | |
| Little knowledge of the non-affection between him and his kin | |
| Old, grey, bitter, anxious and collapsed | |
| Like a wallflower once blooming | |
| Withered to apparent death | |
| Blaming the guilt | |
| Crying the tears | |
| Torture the pain | |
| Leaving the emptiness behind | |
| Apparently he had no reason | |
| To harbour the trust | |
| He'd forsaken inside. | |
| Apparently he left his reasons | |
| Forsaken the trust that harboured within | |
| Walk, I cannot walk | |
| For I am blind, blinded | |
| I am By the pitch of dark, so dark is it | |
| The narrow street, never ending narrow | |
| Clogs my throat | |
| Silently I try, | |
| Try to walk, blinded by the pitch | |
| The narrow darkness, clogs the street | |
| I am speechless | |
| I am speechless | |
| Fear puts a rush on my steps | |
| As I stare into the spinning depth | |
| The end is not near the sight that | |
| I am hoping for | |
| And all the light that paves the way for me | |
| Is the wish and will for the end to see | |
| The bright light is the end of the black light district |
| zuò cí : Gathering, v. Giersbergen | |
| Blaming global infection for the illness in him | |
| Little knowledge of the nonaffection between him and his kin | |
| Old, grey, bitter, anxious and collapsed | |
| Like a wallflower once blooming | |
| Withered to apparent death | |
| Blaming the guilt | |
| Crying the tears | |
| Torture the pain | |
| Leaving the emptiness behind | |
| Apparently he had no reason | |
| To harbour the trust | |
| He' d forsaken inside. | |
| Apparently he left his reasons | |
| Forsaken the trust that harboured within | |
| Walk, I cannot walk | |
| For I am blind, blinded | |
| I am By the pitch of dark, so dark is it | |
| The narrow street, never ending narrow | |
| Clogs my throat | |
| Silently I try, | |
| Try to walk, blinded by the pitch | |
| The narrow darkness, clogs the street | |
| I am speechless | |
| I am speechless | |
| Fear puts a rush on my steps | |
| As I stare into the spinning depth | |
| The end is not near the sight that | |
| I am hoping for | |
| And all the light that paves the way for me | |
| Is the wish and will for the end to see | |
| The bright light is the end of the black light district |