| Song | Eigengrau |
| Artist | Súl Ad Astral |
| Album | Afterglow |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [ti:Eigengrau] | |
| [ar:Súl Ad Astral] | |
| [al:Afterglow] | |
| [00:30.87] | |
| [00:33.99] | |
| [00:37.09] | Free to decide |
| [00:40.85] | What rights are wrong |
| [00:49.36] | Feel one, feel endless |
| [00:53.95] | You'll traverse |
| [01:01.24] | A chill that shelters my mind |
| [01:04.38] | A sudden rush |
| [01:06.07] | None left to doubt again |
| [01:13.64] | But I don't feel that love anymore |
| [01:18.45] | While floating through |
| [01:19.74] | A neon colored world |
| [01:32.99] | Free to decide |
| [01:36.43] | What rights are wrong |
| [01:44.91] | Feel one, feel endless |
| [01:49.54] | You'll traverse |
| [01:52.61] | Inside |
| [02:09.44] | A chill that shelters my mind |
| [02:12.30] | A sudden rush |
| [02:13.86] | None left to doubt again |
| [02:21.46] | But I don't feel that love anymore |
| [02:26.33] | While floating through |
| [02:27.59] | A neon colored world |
| [02:59.02] | All walls climb towards the center |
| [03:04.94] | All walls climb towards the center |
| [03:11.49] | Voice, calling on the name |
| [03:13.17] | It's just a cold grave |
| [03:14.52] | All along it seems that we were astral |
| [03:17.73] | Walls climbing in the east |
| [03:19.25] | The womb that shapes us here |
| [03:20.88] | The design is only natural |
| [03:24.79] | All walls climb towards the center |
| [04:42.98] | And this time I see |
| [04:44.43] | You were all so mundane |
| [04:47.21] | We'll match the colors |
| [04:49.29] | Of its dull and broken wings |
| ti: Eigengrau | |
| ar: Su l Ad Astral | |
| al: Afterglow | |
| [00:30.87] | |
| [00:33.99] | |
| [00:37.09] | Free to decide |
| [00:40.85] | What rights are wrong |
| [00:49.36] | Feel one, feel endless |
| [00:53.95] | You' ll traverse |
| [01:01.24] | A chill that shelters my mind |
| [01:04.38] | A sudden rush |
| [01:06.07] | None left to doubt again |
| [01:13.64] | But I don' t feel that love anymore |
| [01:18.45] | While floating through |
| [01:19.74] | A neon colored world |
| [01:32.99] | Free to decide |
| [01:36.43] | What rights are wrong |
| [01:44.91] | Feel one, feel endless |
| [01:49.54] | You' ll traverse |
| [01:52.61] | Inside |
| [02:09.44] | A chill that shelters my mind |
| [02:12.30] | A sudden rush |
| [02:13.86] | None left to doubt again |
| [02:21.46] | But I don' t feel that love anymore |
| [02:26.33] | While floating through |
| [02:27.59] | A neon colored world |
| [02:59.02] | All walls climb towards the center |
| [03:04.94] | All walls climb towards the center |
| [03:11.49] | Voice, calling on the name |
| [03:13.17] | It' s just a cold grave |
| [03:14.52] | All along it seems that we were astral |
| [03:17.73] | Walls climbing in the east |
| [03:19.25] | The womb that shapes us here |
| [03:20.88] | The design is only natural |
| [03:24.79] | All walls climb towards the center |
| [04:42.98] | And this time I see |
| [04:44.43] | You were all so mundane |
| [04:47.21] | We' ll match the colors |
| [04:49.29] | Of its dull and broken wings |
| ti: Eigengrau | |
| ar: Sú l Ad Astral | |
| al: Afterglow | |
| [00:30.87] | |
| [00:33.99] | |
| [00:37.09] | Free to decide |
| [00:40.85] | What rights are wrong |
| [00:49.36] | Feel one, feel endless |
| [00:53.95] | You' ll traverse |
| [01:01.24] | A chill that shelters my mind |
| [01:04.38] | A sudden rush |
| [01:06.07] | None left to doubt again |
| [01:13.64] | But I don' t feel that love anymore |
| [01:18.45] | While floating through |
| [01:19.74] | A neon colored world |
| [01:32.99] | Free to decide |
| [01:36.43] | What rights are wrong |
| [01:44.91] | Feel one, feel endless |
| [01:49.54] | You' ll traverse |
| [01:52.61] | Inside |
| [02:09.44] | A chill that shelters my mind |
| [02:12.30] | A sudden rush |
| [02:13.86] | None left to doubt again |
| [02:21.46] | But I don' t feel that love anymore |
| [02:26.33] | While floating through |
| [02:27.59] | A neon colored world |
| [02:59.02] | All walls climb towards the center |
| [03:04.94] | All walls climb towards the center |
| [03:11.49] | Voice, calling on the name |
| [03:13.17] | It' s just a cold grave |
| [03:14.52] | All along it seems that we were astral |
| [03:17.73] | Walls climbing in the east |
| [03:19.25] | The womb that shapes us here |
| [03:20.88] | The design is only natural |
| [03:24.79] | All walls climb towards the center |
| [04:42.98] | And this time I see |
| [04:44.43] | You were all so mundane |
| [04:47.21] | We' ll match the colors |
| [04:49.29] | Of its dull and broken wings |