| Song | Time at Hand |
| Artist | Poltergeist |
| Album | Feather of Truth (Bonus Version) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Otto Pulver | |
| 作曲 : Otto Pulver | |
| Waiting - for your death to come | |
| Returning - to times which are gone | |
| With too much time at hand | |
| Your despair is growing strong | |
| With too much time at hand | |
| Realize all that was wrong | |
| Abomination - a life full of pain | |
| When darkness takes hold - takes hold of your flame | |
| A day like all others - you pull yourself back | |
| Caught in the abyss - your life turning black | |
| Time at hand | |
| Your senses - your senses are numbed | |
| You’re wasted - your pages are thumbed | |
| With too much time at hand | |
| Surrender to your own demise | |
| With too much time at hand | |
| You master the art of disguise | |
| Abomination - a life full of pain | |
| When darkness takes hold - takes hold of your flame | |
| A day like all others - you pull yourself back | |
| Caught in the abyss - your life turning black | |
| Time at hand | |
| You’re living the grey life | |
| Awaiting a change | |
| And nothing is left that you feel | |
| You took yourself out of the game | |
| You’re living the grey life | |
| Awaiting a change | |
| And nothing is left that you feel | |
| You took yourself out of the game | |
| A light in the distance | |
| An end to your strife | |
| And still you search for an answer | |
| And make a sense out of your life | |
| Time at hand | |
| Waiting - for your death to come | |
| Returning - to times which are gone | |
| With too much time at hand | |
| Your despair is growing strong | |
| With too much time at hand | |
| Realize all that was wrong | |
| Abomination - a life full of pain | |
| When darkness takes hold - takes hold of your flame | |
| A day like all others - you pull yourself back | |
| Caught in the abyss - your life turning black | |
| Time at hand | |
| Too much time at hand |
| zuo ci : Otto Pulver | |
| zuo qu : Otto Pulver | |
| Waiting - for your death to come | |
| Returning - to times which are gone | |
| With too much time at hand | |
| Your despair is growing strong | |
| With too much time at hand | |
| Realize all that was wrong | |
| Abomination - a life full of pain | |
| When darkness takes hold - takes hold of your flame | |
| A day like all others - you pull yourself back | |
| Caught in the abyss - your life turning black | |
| Time at hand | |
| Your senses - your senses are numbed | |
| You' re wasted - your pages are thumbed | |
| With too much time at hand | |
| Surrender to your own demise | |
| With too much time at hand | |
| You master the art of disguise | |
| Abomination - a life full of pain | |
| When darkness takes hold - takes hold of your flame | |
| A day like all others - you pull yourself back | |
| Caught in the abyss - your life turning black | |
| Time at hand | |
| You' re living the grey life | |
| Awaiting a change | |
| And nothing is left that you feel | |
| You took yourself out of the game | |
| You' re living the grey life | |
| Awaiting a change | |
| And nothing is left that you feel | |
| You took yourself out of the game | |
| A light in the distance | |
| An end to your strife | |
| And still you search for an answer | |
| And make a sense out of your life | |
| Time at hand | |
| Waiting - for your death to come | |
| Returning - to times which are gone | |
| With too much time at hand | |
| Your despair is growing strong | |
| With too much time at hand | |
| Realize all that was wrong | |
| Abomination - a life full of pain | |
| When darkness takes hold - takes hold of your flame | |
| A day like all others - you pull yourself back | |
| Caught in the abyss - your life turning black | |
| Time at hand | |
| Too much time at hand |
| zuò cí : Otto Pulver | |
| zuò qǔ : Otto Pulver | |
| Waiting - for your death to come | |
| Returning - to times which are gone | |
| With too much time at hand | |
| Your despair is growing strong | |
| With too much time at hand | |
| Realize all that was wrong | |
| Abomination - a life full of pain | |
| When darkness takes hold - takes hold of your flame | |
| A day like all others - you pull yourself back | |
| Caught in the abyss - your life turning black | |
| Time at hand | |
| Your senses - your senses are numbed | |
| You' re wasted - your pages are thumbed | |
| With too much time at hand | |
| Surrender to your own demise | |
| With too much time at hand | |
| You master the art of disguise | |
| Abomination - a life full of pain | |
| When darkness takes hold - takes hold of your flame | |
| A day like all others - you pull yourself back | |
| Caught in the abyss - your life turning black | |
| Time at hand | |
| You' re living the grey life | |
| Awaiting a change | |
| And nothing is left that you feel | |
| You took yourself out of the game | |
| You' re living the grey life | |
| Awaiting a change | |
| And nothing is left that you feel | |
| You took yourself out of the game | |
| A light in the distance | |
| An end to your strife | |
| And still you search for an answer | |
| And make a sense out of your life | |
| Time at hand | |
| Waiting - for your death to come | |
| Returning - to times which are gone | |
| With too much time at hand | |
| Your despair is growing strong | |
| With too much time at hand | |
| Realize all that was wrong | |
| Abomination - a life full of pain | |
| When darkness takes hold - takes hold of your flame | |
| A day like all others - you pull yourself back | |
| Caught in the abyss - your life turning black | |
| Time at hand | |
| Too much time at hand |