| Song | Awake and Dead |
| Artist | Andralls |
| Album | Inner Trauma |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Black clouds are confusing closed eyes | |
| Tell me about your day of tomorrow | |
| A pillow of stone, fire on bed | |
| Inside twilight, true nightwares | |
| And you woke up dead | |
| Reality is bad | |
| Going to nowhere | |
| Wake up from your terrible imagination | |
| Blow against the flames | |
| that give you scars | |
| Like a puppet on an evil scythe | |
| Crawl to hell´s gate | |
| Don´t change your mind | |
| Falling into an abyss | |
| Disgrace reminds of premotition | |
| Victim of the night, demolition | |
| Answers were given, no return | |
| Sorrow, excuses, it doesn´t work | |
| Invaded by infectors in your blood | |
| to kill you slowly | |
| Enigma of an old cursed prophecy | |
| to be discovered | |
| Eternal punishment | |
| To the slavery I give my hands |
| Black clouds are confusing closed eyes | |
| Tell me about your day of tomorrow | |
| A pillow of stone, fire on bed | |
| Inside twilight, true nightwares | |
| And you woke up dead | |
| Reality is bad | |
| Going to nowhere | |
| Wake up from your terrible imagination | |
| Blow against the flames | |
| that give you scars | |
| Like a puppet on an evil scythe | |
| Crawl to hell s gate | |
| Don t change your mind | |
| Falling into an abyss | |
| Disgrace reminds of premotition | |
| Victim of the night, demolition | |
| Answers were given, no return | |
| Sorrow, excuses, it doesn t work | |
| Invaded by infectors in your blood | |
| to kill you slowly | |
| Enigma of an old cursed prophecy | |
| to be discovered | |
| Eternal punishment | |
| To the slavery I give my hands |
| Black clouds are confusing closed eyes | |
| Tell me about your day of tomorrow | |
| A pillow of stone, fire on bed | |
| Inside twilight, true nightwares | |
| And you woke up dead | |
| Reality is bad | |
| Going to nowhere | |
| Wake up from your terrible imagination | |
| Blow against the flames | |
| that give you scars | |
| Like a puppet on an evil scythe | |
| Crawl to hell s gate | |
| Don t change your mind | |
| Falling into an abyss | |
| Disgrace reminds of premotition | |
| Victim of the night, demolition | |
| Answers were given, no return | |
| Sorrow, excuses, it doesn t work | |
| Invaded by infectors in your blood | |
| to kill you slowly | |
| Enigma of an old cursed prophecy | |
| to be discovered | |
| Eternal punishment | |
| To the slavery I give my hands |