| Song | Death-Like Silence |
| Artist | Nightrage |
| Album | A New Disease Is Born |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Nightrage | |
| This is the real news. | |
| Old animosities that have surfaced once again. | |
| Virtues and faults of a hypocrite race. | |
| Inmost recesses of the soul. | |
| Thoughts those were whirling through my head. | |
| Dead feelings of my dreamy world | |
| Arising from this ancient land | |
| Looking back at the beautiful | |
| Thing that we have lost | |
| Makes me scream. | |
| Love, Compassion, Eternity, Freedom. | |
| I gave my blood for this honour. | |
| Love, Compassion, Eternity, Freedom. | |
| Always believing that there is | |
| something good in this world. | |
| Death-like silence. | |
| There's only one way to find out. | |
| I need to give my hand and I will | |
| Be flying away again before the end comes. | |
| Everything is turning in my head. | |
| The air is like a big pile of empty | |
| Thoughts. I can smell the flowers of anger. | |
| Love, Compassion, Eternity, Freedom. | |
| I gave my blood for this honour. | |
| Love, Compassion, Eternity, Freedom. | |
| Always believing that there is | |
| something good in this world. | |
| Redemption of the immortals. | |
| The innocence of the sinner's. | |
| Always believing that there is | |
| Something good in this world. |
| zuo qu : Nightrage | |
| This is the real news. | |
| Old animosities that have surfaced once again. | |
| Virtues and faults of a hypocrite race. | |
| Inmost recesses of the soul. | |
| Thoughts those were whirling through my head. | |
| Dead feelings of my dreamy world | |
| Arising from this ancient land | |
| Looking back at the beautiful | |
| Thing that we have lost | |
| Makes me scream. | |
| Love, Compassion, Eternity, Freedom. | |
| I gave my blood for this honour. | |
| Love, Compassion, Eternity, Freedom. | |
| Always believing that there is | |
| something good in this world. | |
| Deathlike silence. | |
| There' s only one way to find out. | |
| I need to give my hand and I will | |
| Be flying away again before the end comes. | |
| Everything is turning in my head. | |
| The air is like a big pile of empty | |
| Thoughts. I can smell the flowers of anger. | |
| Love, Compassion, Eternity, Freedom. | |
| I gave my blood for this honour. | |
| Love, Compassion, Eternity, Freedom. | |
| Always believing that there is | |
| something good in this world. | |
| Redemption of the immortals. | |
| The innocence of the sinner' s. | |
| Always believing that there is | |
| Something good in this world. |
| zuò qǔ : Nightrage | |
| This is the real news. | |
| Old animosities that have surfaced once again. | |
| Virtues and faults of a hypocrite race. | |
| Inmost recesses of the soul. | |
| Thoughts those were whirling through my head. | |
| Dead feelings of my dreamy world | |
| Arising from this ancient land | |
| Looking back at the beautiful | |
| Thing that we have lost | |
| Makes me scream. | |
| Love, Compassion, Eternity, Freedom. | |
| I gave my blood for this honour. | |
| Love, Compassion, Eternity, Freedom. | |
| Always believing that there is | |
| something good in this world. | |
| Deathlike silence. | |
| There' s only one way to find out. | |
| I need to give my hand and I will | |
| Be flying away again before the end comes. | |
| Everything is turning in my head. | |
| The air is like a big pile of empty | |
| Thoughts. I can smell the flowers of anger. | |
| Love, Compassion, Eternity, Freedom. | |
| I gave my blood for this honour. | |
| Love, Compassion, Eternity, Freedom. | |
| Always believing that there is | |
| something good in this world. | |
| Redemption of the immortals. | |
| The innocence of the sinner' s. | |
| Always believing that there is | |
| Something good in this world. |