| Song | Seasons In The Twilight |
| Artist | Holy Moses |
| Album | Strength Power Will Passion |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Classen, Hankel, Schrödey | |
| When we learn a spiritual dance | |
| All things are dead in our brains | |
| Splattered red in our sky of dreams | |
| The blood is dripping in your soul | |
| When twilights blanket falls | |
| All times are ending here on earth | |
| Replaced by the others empty existence | |
| The light you see is not the end | |
| Ease your pain and fold your hands | |
| Be your silent prayer for yourself | |
| Raise your life and trust your words | |
| And lead the hell for yourself | |
| Kiss your eyes - in your mirror | |
| Procure your Satan for yourself | |
| When your name is dying in the sun | |
| All hopes are dust in the blowing wind | |
| Blackened void under your judgement chain | |
| The echoes you hear are mortal pain |
| zuo qu : Classen, Hankel, Schr dey | |
| When we learn a spiritual dance | |
| All things are dead in our brains | |
| Splattered red in our sky of dreams | |
| The blood is dripping in your soul | |
| When twilights blanket falls | |
| All times are ending here on earth | |
| Replaced by the others empty existence | |
| The light you see is not the end | |
| Ease your pain and fold your hands | |
| Be your silent prayer for yourself | |
| Raise your life and trust your words | |
| And lead the hell for yourself | |
| Kiss your eyes in your mirror | |
| Procure your Satan for yourself | |
| When your name is dying in the sun | |
| All hopes are dust in the blowing wind | |
| Blackened void under your judgement chain | |
| The echoes you hear are mortal pain |
| zuò qǔ : Classen, Hankel, Schr dey | |
| When we learn a spiritual dance | |
| All things are dead in our brains | |
| Splattered red in our sky of dreams | |
| The blood is dripping in your soul | |
| When twilights blanket falls | |
| All times are ending here on earth | |
| Replaced by the others empty existence | |
| The light you see is not the end | |
| Ease your pain and fold your hands | |
| Be your silent prayer for yourself | |
| Raise your life and trust your words | |
| And lead the hell for yourself | |
| Kiss your eyes in your mirror | |
| Procure your Satan for yourself | |
| When your name is dying in the sun | |
| All hopes are dust in the blowing wind | |
| Blackened void under your judgement chain | |
| The echoes you hear are mortal pain |