| Song | Predetermined Sky |
| Artist | Unearth |
| Album | The Oncoming Storm |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Phipps, Unearth | |
| in the heart of the land of creation | |
| grows a threat which cannot be healed | |
| efforts soar to restore generations | |
| grave results give this outbreak the nail | |
| the growing devastation | |
| brings human extinction | |
| this plague aims at our weakness | |
| predetermined sky | |
| cradles fall into pine for the mourning | |
| wailing cries blend endless each day | |
| poverty proves more than a lifestyle | |
| sumpathy can not sure disease | |
| this plague aims at our weakness | |
| predetermined sky | |
| blind eye | |
| saw a man on the streets of lusaka | |
| selling coffins to a passer bye | |
| how can we live in a world that lets millions die | |
| how can we live with such a tragic side | |
| how can we live in a world that let's the millions die | |
| that let's the millions cry | |
| that let's us agonize | |
| show us the way to terminate. | |
| immersed in all our dusts is the mother world |
| zuo qu : Phipps, Unearth | |
| in the heart of the land of creation | |
| grows a threat which cannot be healed | |
| efforts soar to restore generations | |
| grave results give this outbreak the nail | |
| the growing devastation | |
| brings human extinction | |
| this plague aims at our weakness | |
| predetermined sky | |
| cradles fall into pine for the mourning | |
| wailing cries blend endless each day | |
| poverty proves more than a lifestyle | |
| sumpathy can not sure disease | |
| this plague aims at our weakness | |
| predetermined sky | |
| blind eye | |
| saw a man on the streets of lusaka | |
| selling coffins to a passer bye | |
| how can we live in a world that lets millions die | |
| how can we live with such a tragic side | |
| how can we live in a world that let' s the millions die | |
| that let' s the millions cry | |
| that let' s us agonize | |
| show us the way to terminate. | |
| immersed in all our dusts is the mother world |
| zuò qǔ : Phipps, Unearth | |
| in the heart of the land of creation | |
| grows a threat which cannot be healed | |
| efforts soar to restore generations | |
| grave results give this outbreak the nail | |
| the growing devastation | |
| brings human extinction | |
| this plague aims at our weakness | |
| predetermined sky | |
| cradles fall into pine for the mourning | |
| wailing cries blend endless each day | |
| poverty proves more than a lifestyle | |
| sumpathy can not sure disease | |
| this plague aims at our weakness | |
| predetermined sky | |
| blind eye | |
| saw a man on the streets of lusaka | |
| selling coffins to a passer bye | |
| how can we live in a world that lets millions die | |
| how can we live with such a tragic side | |
| how can we live in a world that let' s the millions die | |
| that let' s the millions cry | |
| that let' s us agonize | |
| show us the way to terminate. | |
| immersed in all our dusts is the mother world |