| Song | Sleep Sleep Sweetheart |
| Artist | Darkseed |
| Album | Ultimate Darkness |
| 作曲 : Hermann, Hertrich | |
| The night-wind swallows you | |
| Eats you up in lust and smiles, silently | |
| Sleep, sleep, sweetheart | |
| Dream and forget our misery | |
| A mortal fever haunts the dying earth | |
| Our hearts and souls stand still and wince | |
| I can't save your day, | |
| Rescue won't take your hand, | |
| So sleep the day away | |
| Sleep, my dear | |
| And our god hides in calm | |
| I whisper while your eyes are shut | |
| And don't see this hell on earth | |
| Sleep, sleep sweetheart, never wake up | |
| You are not made for this world's grinning pain | |
| Shining eyes, they are no more, sleep well | |
| Veins getting cold and the shadows lurk, shadows lurk | |
| I long for new born lights divine and pure | |
| A clearing rain to wash our dirt away | |
| A mortal fever haunts the dying earth | |
| Our hearts and souls stand still and wince | |
| Content dance the snakes | |
| For their work now's completed | |
| Their poison creeps | |
| I whisper while your cheeks turn cold and silence grabs your breath |
| zuò qǔ : Hermann, Hertrich | |
| The nightwind swallows you | |
| Eats you up in lust and smiles, silently | |
| Sleep, sleep, sweetheart | |
| Dream and forget our misery | |
| A mortal fever haunts the dying earth | |
| Our hearts and souls stand still and wince | |
| I can' t save your day, | |
| Rescue won' t take your hand, | |
| So sleep the day away | |
| Sleep, my dear | |
| And our god hides in calm | |
| I whisper while your eyes are shut | |
| And don' t see this hell on earth | |
| Sleep, sleep sweetheart, never wake up | |
| You are not made for this world' s grinning pain | |
| Shining eyes, they are no more, sleep well | |
| Veins getting cold and the shadows lurk, shadows lurk | |
| I long for new born lights divine and pure | |
| A clearing rain to wash our dirt away | |
| A mortal fever haunts the dying earth | |
| Our hearts and souls stand still and wince | |
| Content dance the snakes | |
| For their work now' s completed | |
| Their poison creeps | |
| I whisper while your cheeks turn cold and silence grabs your breath |