| Song | End of the Harvest |
| Artist | Neurosis |
| Album | Times of Grace |
| 作词 : Neurosis | |
| Like the walls of your stare, you will fall(Within you) | |
| Succumb to the new and give way | |
| Old fields will fail(Memory) | |
| Yielding crops of rocks and dust | |
| A book lies open | |
| The pages crumble at your touch | |
| Words breed lies(Writhe) | |
| Wind feeds fire(Unseen) | |
| Have you ever tasted the soil(Destiny) | |
| And felt your own death in your veins? | |
| Shield your eyes from the moon(Found them all) | |
| As it mocks your wretched self | |
| With fire in your heart | |
| The truth lies clear | |
| Words breed lies([Incomprehensible]) | |
| Wind feeds fire(Release) | |
| Bend your thoughts | |
| Unveil your soul | |
| Now drink, revive, reach | |
| Reach, scrape and bind | |
| Bind, bind, bind |
| zuò cí : Neurosis | |
| Like the walls of your stare, you will fall Within you | |
| Succumb to the new and give way | |
| Old fields will fail Memory | |
| Yielding crops of rocks and dust | |
| A book lies open | |
| The pages crumble at your touch | |
| Words breed lies Writhe | |
| Wind feeds fire Unseen | |
| Have you ever tasted the soil Destiny | |
| And felt your own death in your veins? | |
| Shield your eyes from the moon Found them all | |
| As it mocks your wretched self | |
| With fire in your heart | |
| The truth lies clear | |
| Words breed lies Incomprehensible | |
| Wind feeds fire Release | |
| Bend your thoughts | |
| Unveil your soul | |
| Now drink, revive, reach | |
| Reach, scrape and bind | |
| Bind, bind, bind |