| Song | The World Devourers |
| Artist | Neaera |
| Album | The Rising Tide of Oblivion |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Neaera | |
| This massive gallery of killing tools | |
| A mad number of technological miracles | |
| Weapons not only kill their targets | |
| They also kill those who pull the trigger | |
| Violence - the language of the weak | |
| Let the pen be mightier than the sword | |
| Wartime absurdity | |
| Is economy's prosperity | |
| Greed over conscience | |
| Mothers weep over their dead sons' bodies | |
| While prices are rising on the stock | |
| One man's sorrow - another man's pleasure? | |
| Is that it? | |
| All these victims of greed and loss | |
| All these pictures you cannot forget | |
| Let the pen be mightier than the sword | |
| A soldier's innocence | |
| Devoured by fierce memories | |
| Tamed, deceived | |
| Enslaved by power | |
| Lost, devoured | |
| Consumed with trauma | |
| Enslaved by power | |
| The World Devourers |
| zuo qu : Neaera | |
| This massive gallery of killing tools | |
| A mad number of technological miracles | |
| Weapons not only kill their targets | |
| They also kill those who pull the trigger | |
| Violence the language of the weak | |
| Let the pen be mightier than the sword | |
| Wartime absurdity | |
| Is economy' s prosperity | |
| Greed over conscience | |
| Mothers weep over their dead sons' bodies | |
| While prices are rising on the stock | |
| One man' s sorrow another man' s pleasure? | |
| Is that it? | |
| All these victims of greed and loss | |
| All these pictures you cannot forget | |
| Let the pen be mightier than the sword | |
| A soldier' s innocence | |
| Devoured by fierce memories | |
| Tamed, deceived | |
| Enslaved by power | |
| Lost, devoured | |
| Consumed with trauma | |
| Enslaved by power | |
| The World Devourers |
| zuò qǔ : Neaera | |
| This massive gallery of killing tools | |
| A mad number of technological miracles | |
| Weapons not only kill their targets | |
| They also kill those who pull the trigger | |
| Violence the language of the weak | |
| Let the pen be mightier than the sword | |
| Wartime absurdity | |
| Is economy' s prosperity | |
| Greed over conscience | |
| Mothers weep over their dead sons' bodies | |
| While prices are rising on the stock | |
| One man' s sorrow another man' s pleasure? | |
| Is that it? | |
| All these victims of greed and loss | |
| All these pictures you cannot forget | |
| Let the pen be mightier than the sword | |
| A soldier' s innocence | |
| Devoured by fierce memories | |
| Tamed, deceived | |
| Enslaved by power | |
| Lost, devoured | |
| Consumed with trauma | |
| Enslaved by power | |
| The World Devourers |