| Song | Terminus (where Death Is Most Alive) |
| Artist | Dark Tranquillity |
| Album | Fiction |
| 作词 : Henriksson, Stanne, Sundin | |
| This is a ghost town | |
| Alive with the echoes of failures fled | |
| Lit up by shining faces | |
| That parade these streets | |
| What used to be | |
| Of humility is gone | |
| You walk the mounds | |
| Of skull and bones | |
| Where living is denied | |
| I see more movement in decomposition | |
| Than in those hollow eyes | |
| It is the only place I know | |
| Where death is most alive | |
| It is when truth is turned to lie | |
| That death is most alive | |
| Set flame to the ensnarers | |
| And pierce that ornate shield | |
| Branded by what claims you | |
| You wear the mark of death | |
| Tear from loss and agony | |
| A character defined | |
| Stripped of all but tragedy | |
| What life is left to find | |
| Go now, until there's nothing left | |
| Go now, the dying has begun | |
| It is the only place I know | |
| Where death is most alive | |
| It is when truth is turned to lie | |
| That death is most alive | |
| So I flee from all that is me | |
| To hide behind this pale dead face | |
| Whatever happened to desire, want and need | |
| Whatever happened to integrity | |
| Imagination is a curse in all of this | |
| Whatever happened to the ones left behind | |
| This is a ghost town | |
| Bodies dragged through endless streets | |
| Go now, to never return | |
| I've seen more pitiful humiliation | |
| Than you could never hide | |
| It is the only place I know | |
| Where death is most alive | |
| It is when truth is turned to lie | |
| That death is most alive |
| zuò cí : Henriksson, Stanne, Sundin | |
| This is a ghost town | |
| Alive with the echoes of failures fled | |
| Lit up by shining faces | |
| That parade these streets | |
| What used to be | |
| Of humility is gone | |
| You walk the mounds | |
| Of skull and bones | |
| Where living is denied | |
| I see more movement in decomposition | |
| Than in those hollow eyes | |
| It is the only place I know | |
| Where death is most alive | |
| It is when truth is turned to lie | |
| That death is most alive | |
| Set flame to the ensnarers | |
| And pierce that ornate shield | |
| Branded by what claims you | |
| You wear the mark of death | |
| Tear from loss and agony | |
| A character defined | |
| Stripped of all but tragedy | |
| What life is left to find | |
| Go now, until there' s nothing left | |
| Go now, the dying has begun | |
| It is the only place I know | |
| Where death is most alive | |
| It is when truth is turned to lie | |
| That death is most alive | |
| So I flee from all that is me | |
| To hide behind this pale dead face | |
| Whatever happened to desire, want and need | |
| Whatever happened to integrity | |
| Imagination is a curse in all of this | |
| Whatever happened to the ones left behind | |
| This is a ghost town | |
| Bodies dragged through endless streets | |
| Go now, to never return | |
| I' ve seen more pitiful humiliation | |
| Than you could never hide | |
| It is the only place I know | |
| Where death is most alive | |
| It is when truth is turned to lie | |
| That death is most alive |